PLEASURE INCORPORATED

CHAPTER 1****

This is insane. Allison had always thought that she and her husband were the most rational people that she knew. If she was so sane, how was it that she and Richard were on a plane going to a resort, and not just any resort but a sex resort. As Allison stole a glance at her husband, she could tell that he was thinking the same thoughts.

Closing her eyes, she thought back to when this whole crazy vacation started. It was just after she closed that million-dollar deal with the Robertson Company to supply all the spa and exercise equipment to the new line of health spas they were opening. She had known that if she could get this contract, it would be the most profitable deal the company ever saw. This would make her the top sales person with the company and in line for a promotion to World Wide Sales Coordinator. This was the position she had wanted from the start when she was fresh out of college and in the sales department, answering phones for someone else. With not taking a no for an answer and stepping on a few toes along the way, she had finally got what she wanted. She knew she should not have to, but she was not afraid to use her sex appeal for advancement. What the hell, she knew she had a good body. Both she and her husband had agreed, when they were first married, that if either one of them needed to use sex to get ahead, to go for it. One thing that they promised was that they would tell each other what took place if the other person wanted to hear the details. Allison loved to cuddle up with Richard in bed and listen to him tell about having sex with a woman he needed to get information from for a case on which he was working. How she loved it when he told her the graphic details of what had taken place under the covers. As he was telling her what took place, she would have his erection in her hand and she would lower her head and take it in her mouth. She loved performing oral sex as much as receiving it. Quite often he would have to interrupt his story because the two of them had gotten so sexually aroused that he had to put the fire out. When they were first married, the two of them would spend the whole day in bed making love, only taking breaks between for sleeping and getting up for something to eat. However, lately with the two of them climbing the latter of success, when they went to bed together the only thing they wanted to do was sleep.

She worked hard getting this contract with the Robertson Company. The first thing she had to do was to get to know the three owners: Donna Robertson was the one with the money and who ran the company with an iron fist, Brian her husband, and Paul Robertson, Brian s younger unmarried brother. After six months of working this deal she had come to know the three of them on a first name bases. Donna was in her late thirties, and although Allison did not overly like her, she was pleasant to her when she had dealings with her. Brian was a couple years older, and not only was he the easiest one to get along with, but he had given her a few pointers on what the company was expecting to spend. Paul was the youngest of the three, and he was the person with whom she had worked the closest. He was the one that gave her the information on where the company planned on building these health spas, what kind of equipment they wanted plus a hundred other details. One late afternoon she received a phone call from Donna Robertson requesting that they have cocktails at a fashionable downtown bar. Allison went to the meeting feeling kind of strange because in the past if they wanted to talk to her it would be Brian or Paul to whom she answered.

Upon entering the bar, it took her a few seconds to adjust her eyes to the dark interior from the bright sunlight of the outdoors. Looking around she spotted Donna sitting at a booth in the far corner. Taking a seat opposite her, she ordered a glass of wine when the waitress came over.

"We have come to a decision about who will get the contract." Donna said after the usual small talk.

After all my hard work, I m going to finally find out if my company is going to get the contract or not Allison was thinking as she took a sip of her wine. Now she knew why Donna wanted to see her, but it would have been just as easy to have gone to the Robertson office as it was in coming down here and another thing, she noticed that Donna looked uncomfortable.

"I won t beat around the bush. Your company has the contract. However, there s one stipulation. The men want you to line up a woman for them for tomorrow night." Donna said with a little quiver in her voice.

"Yes, um, um. Okay." Allison said. Now she knew why Donna felt ill at ease. Why would the guys ask her to tell Allison to get them a woman? Once before Paul had requested that she line up a prostitute for him and Brian. It was when they were in Paris, looking at a site for one of their spas. At the time she had thought it strange that they want her, Allison Page, to get them one. Why could they not do something like that for themselves? Paul had made it quite clear then, that if she would not do it she could forget trying to bid on their contract. That had been one of the most embarrassing things she ever did. Finding a prostitute when you do not have a clue where to look was hard enough, but finding one with a little class was even more difficult. With a lot of luck, she had got them a little brunette in her twenties. If Brian and Paul wanted a little sex on the side, it did not matter to her but why not get two prostitutes she had wondered. One girl was expensive enough, though, and a hooker was something she could not put on the companies expense voucher. This was not the first time where she had spent her own money trying to get this contract.

"I ll line one up for them." Allison replied after she got over the shock of Donna s request.

"Not just any woman, they want you." Donna said with that same little quiver in her voice.

"I don t . . . " Allison started to say.

"Be at my house at seven o clock, if you decide you want the contract. If you don t show, we will award the contract to one of the other two competitors." Donna said as she picked up her purse and walked out of the bar, not waiting for a reply.

The whole conversation lasted less than ten minutes. As Allison sat and watched Donna leave, she could not believe what had just taken place. Laying a ten-dollar bill on the table, she got up and left the bar without finishing her wine. All kinds of thoughts were running through her head. Why do they want me and why at Donna and Brian s house? What is she going to be doing while I have sex with her husband and brother-in-law? This is weird, but the good thing is my company would have the contract. That would mean the promotion that I expect. Am I willing to lower myself to be a whore for a night? I have to admit the guys are good looking and they do keep themselves in good shape. Even Donna, at close to forty years of age has a body of a woman in her late twenties. What will Richard say when I tell him what the cost of getting the contract will be. She already knew what Richard s reply would be.

She drove home after she left the bar. Although it was still early, she was not going back to work. Picking up her cell phone, once she was on the highway and driving out of the city, she called her husband at work. As usual Richard was unavailable to take her call but she did leave a message with his secretary.

"I got good news on the Robertson deal. Come home right after work." Allison dictated to April, Richards secretary.

During the drive home she knew what she was going to do and she knew that Richard would tell her to go for it. After four years of marriage she was going to have an affair, not with just one man but two. Just thinking about it was giving her shivers up her back. She should be ashamed of herself. The crotch of her panties was wet from being sexually aroused at the thoughts going around in her head. Imagine, it is me that they want. She had worked too long and hard to get this deal. She would be damned if she was going to let a little problem like getting laid destroy her chances for advancement.

I wonder what it will be like to have two men making love to you at the same time. She was thinking. Hell I m getting wet just thinking about it.

CHAPTER 2****

When Richard came home from work, she was sitting in the den with a drink in her hand.

"Pour yourself a drink, dear. I got something I have to tell you." Allison said after Richard gave her a kiss.

Richard took the news that she was to be a hooker for the night just as she figured he would. Nevertheless, what surprised her was when he took the unfinished drink out of her hand and belted down his drink in one gulp and started to lead her upstairs to the bedroom.

"If you re going to make love to two men, you re going to need some practice." Richard said as they walked up the stairs with him leading the way.

"You little vixen. You been already thinking about tomorrow night." Richard remarked as his hand went up her dress and contacted the crotch of her wet panties.

"Well, I have been wondering how I m going to satisfy two healthy men." She groaned as Richards finger pushed aside the fabric of her panties and ran his finger over her vulva.

That night she and Richard made love as if they were first married. He did not even wait until they were undressed. No sooner were they in the bedroom when he pulled down his pants and underwear and forced her to her knees. He did not need too much force to get her on her knees and within seconds she had his hard erection in her mouth. She loved the feeling of a man in her mouth. The incredible sensation that would come over her as she sucked on a man s penis was strong enough at times that she would only need to run a finger over her clit to have an orgasm. However, instead of him letting her reach down to relieve her sexual need by herself, he grabbed her hands and held them above her head in his strong grasp. This was what she liked about Richard. He was the dominant one. With her head tilted up and her lips firmly around his enlarged penis, he used her mouth as a vagina thrusting back and forth. With his one hand holding hers, he reached down with his other hand and withdrew his penis from her mouth and jokingly slapped her around her face.

She opened her mouth wider as the first discharge from Richard s aroused erection hit her on the cheek. Shoving his manhood back into her mouth, she gladly swallowed his remaining pent up passion.

"You re not going to get off that easy." Richard said as he laid her on the bed. As he was stripping off his clothes, she did the same. Spreading her legs, Richard crawled between them and lowered his head and gently teased her sensitive vagina with his tongue. Calling out his name as she cupped her breasts in her hands. She felt herself reach the peek of orgasm before Richard stopped his oral lovemaking by trailing his tongue up her body until his lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. She reached between their bodies and directed his manhood where it belonged. With his chest squashing her sensitive breasts, she wrapped her legs around his back as he started to drive deeper into her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Drive that cock. Oh, fuck me. Richard." Allison moaned into his ear.

She normally would not use those words unless she was lost in sex. Besides talking dirty to Richard when he was making love to her turned him on. This was what she liked, a hard penis driving deep inside her.

"You little tease." Richard said after they had rested awhile from their feverish lovemaking. As he lay on his back, he cast his eyes down at her as she sucked his cock to another erection. Positioning Allison so that his head was between her legs, they started on their favorite form of sex. As his tongue traced a line along her vagina, she lowered her head to Richard s penis. Swallowing her husband s juices as his penis erupted in her mouth, she ground her pussy into his face as another orgasm washed over her.

Taking a break over a glass of wine after making love, they talked about the adventure she was going to go on as they snuggled close to each other in bed. Letting her hand travel under the sheets she felt Richard s little man coming back to life. This time Richard grabbed her and laid her across his knees and gently but firmly started to spanked her. As usual when the spanking started to hurt a little too much, she would wiggle about until she would tell him to stop. More than once she had wondered what it would be like if he would continue spanking her even if she asked him to stop.

"Yes. Yes. Oh God." Allison moaned into her pillow as Richard spread the cheeks of her derriere and ran his tongue down the crevice of it a few times. She knew what was coming when he got her to kneel with her bottom raised. She did not overly care for this one kind of sex. However, tonight she felt wicked as she felt another orgasm built, so she gently pushed back and felt his organ inch up her back passage.

She had taken the whole day off from work to prepare herself for the evening. By the time she had dragged herself out of bed it was just about noon. Thank God her hairstylist took her in on such short notice because she still had to get her hair done.

Poor Richard. It was close to one o clock by the time we had finished with sex and gotten something to eat and he had to be in the office by nine. Allison was thinking as she took her morning shower. Still, he did have a contented look about him, she chuckled to herself.

She had taken great pains with how she dressed for her evening with the Robertson Brothers. Disregarding one outfit after the other, she chose the one she was wearing. It was a light pink dress with a revealing neck line with the hem line just above her knees. She wanted the dress to be just the right length, not to short or too long. Underneath she was wearing a half bra and a black garter belt with mesh stockings and high cut black panties. She felt naughty wearing these under garments, but as Richard watched her getting dressed he said. "Those brothers will come in their pants when they see you."

Looking in the full length mirror to make sure everything was in order, she had to admit that she looked pretty good. At twenty-nine she still had a good figure, her breasts were still firm and just the right size for her five foot seven inches in height. Although most of the women she knew complained about not having enough up top or having too much, she was always happy with the size of her breasts. Looking sideways in the mirror, she was not happy with the few extra pounds she had put on over the past year. It seemed like it all ended around her bottom. She would have to make it a point to lose the extra luggage this winter at a gym. Facing the mirror, she leaned a little closer to make sure her makeup was in order, then brushing her long brown hair out of her face she was off to get that contract signed.

She and Richard had been at the Robertson house twice before, and both times it was connected with her acquiring the contract she was working on. This time she was on her own and as she rang the door bell, she heard the chimes echo through the house. While she waited with her briefcase in her hand, she had a moment of reservation over whether she was doing the right thing. Yet as quickly as the notion enter her mind, but it left just as fast. She wanted this contract and if she had to screw the Robertson brother s that is what she had to do. When the door opened, Brian surprised her with him answering the door.

"We gave the staff the night off." Brian said as he saw the startled look on Allison s face.

Following him across the foyer, she knew where they were heading for. At the back of the house a little office was found where they could work when they did not want to go to the office. As the two of them entered the office, Donna and Paul were relaxing on the couch with a drink in their hands.

"We re glad you could make it." Paul said as he got off the couch and went to the bar to mix her a drink.

"Make mine a Manhattan." Allison said after Paul asked her what she wanted to drink. She needed a little fortification. All three of them were there because she needed all of their signatures on the contract. She already decided that if any of the three, mainly Donna was not present, she would turn around and walk out. She was not going to trust any of them to sign the contract later. Walking over to their desk, she took the contract out of her briefcase and laid it on the desk. Turning around so that she was facing the other three, she looked at Donna and Brian sitting on the couch to her right. Brian had his arm around his wife s shoulder and in his other hand he was holding a drink. Paul was standing at the end of the bar, leaning on it with his one elbow. There was a few awkward moments as none of them made a move to sign the contract. Finally Allison said. "Are you going to sign the deal so we can get on with the other business?"

"We will but we want to see a little intent on your part. Once we sign, you could walk out without going through on your part of the arrangement." Brian said as he took a sip of his drink.

Apparently they trust me as much as I trust them Allison was thinking as she figured what she would do. They got me over the barrel, so I have to do something or their not going to sign.

Walking over to Paul who was still standing at the bar, she stood in front of him and taking a deep breath, she slowly knelt on the plush carpeting in from of him. She was hoping she was doing the right thing as she reached up and pulled the zipper of his pants down. Directing her hand through the opening of the pants, she pulled his semierect penis out through the opening of his underwear. Glancing over at the two on the couch then taking a quick glance up at Paul she closed her lips around his penis.

"I think Allison is serious about our deal." Paul said as he reached down and helped Allison to her feet.

"Let s get this contract signed so we can go onto better things." Brian said as he held his hand out to Donna and lead her over to the desk.

Allison was delighted with herself as she put the signed contract in her briefcase, now here comes the other obligation.

"Shall we retire to the upstairs bedroom?" Brian said as he escorted Donna from the room leaving her and Paul to follow.

After signing the contract, Allison thought that Donna would excuse herself and leave. Yet it seemed that she was staying as Allison followed her and Brian up the stairs.

She was kind of glad Donna was going to stay. She had to admit she felt guilty about having sex with her husband, but this way each of them would have a man. Following the other two up the stairs, she felt Paul s hand caress her bottom. Glancing at Paul, who was beside her, she reached down with a devilish look in her eyes and stroked his erection that was still exposed from the incident at the bar. Observing the other two who were just about at the top of the landing, she noticed that Donna needed Brian to support her with his arm held around her waist. Thinking back to when they were all in the office, Allison realized she had not talked at all, and when she was sighing the contract, she was sitting kind of awkward. The way she was acting it seemed as if she had too much to drink, which was very unusual for her.

On her first visit Donna had given Allison a tour of the house. She knew the layout of the upstairs rooms. Instead of going to the master bedroom, they went to a room at the far end of the hall.

"Donna calls this our playroom." Brian said as he opened the door and ushered the three into the room with a sweep of his hand.

After Paul unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra, she sat on the bed and started to remove the rest of her clothes.

"No leave those on. You look more sexy like that." Brian said as she went to unfasten the nylons from her garter.

Glancing up at hearing Brian s voice, she was shocked to see him handcuffing his wives hands over her head and fastening them to a rope that was hanging above her head.

Donna was stripped naked except her panties which seemed to Allison to be more like a girdle. Sitting on the bed, Allison watched in total disbelief as the two men bent over and secured Donna s ankles with scarves to rings in the floor. She noticed Brian had walked over to a panel on the wall and a second later she heard the whirling sound of a motor. She looked on as the rope that was securing Donna s hands slowly pulled her arms taunt above her head.

"No need to worry. My little sex kitten loves this. Don t you?" Brain said as he looked over at Allison who was sitting mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Yes dear."

This is perverted. Allison was thinking but she could not help watch as Paul unhooked the strip of material between his sisters-in-laws panties. She heard a moan escape from Donna as Paul removed an artificial penis from Donna s vagina part way before he replaced it.

"No wonder she had a hard time sitting and walking." Allison thought as she watched Paul and heard Donna moaning as he removed the fake penis part way and then shoved it into her body another three times.

"That s all for now my sweet. We can t spoil you before the fun starts. Can we?" Paul said as he fastened the material of the panties back into place after securing the penis in her vagina.

Allison could not help it, but she felt herself getting aroused as the men started to disrobe.

Looking over at Donna, she heard her groan as Paul stood and leaned over and took one of her small breasts in his hand and sucked the hard nipple.

"Enjoy the show." Paul said as he gave Donna a light slap on her bottom before joining his brother who was now sitting beside Allison.

The two men positioned Allison in the center of the bed, with one on each side of her. This was a new experience being made love to by two men. By the time they removed her panties after they had sucked and fondle her body, she was on fire. As Paul lay on his back, he positioned her over his erect penis. She had no trouble taking his hard penis deep inside her. Brian stood on the bed and directed his hard male organ into her willing mouth. Within a short time, she had her first of many orgasms that night.

Time had no meaning as Brain and Paul brought her to new sexual heights that she never experienced before. They were demanding but gentle with their expert lovemaking. At first when the guys were making love to her, it felt kind of strange with Donna tied up observing the three of them. Nevertheless, after she got used to her being there except the odd moan, it actually made it more exciting with Donna watching.

At sometime during the evening as the three of them were sipping champagne, she made a telephone call to Richard to tell him everything was okay and not to wait up for her. He would know by telling him everything was fine that she had gotten the contract signed and must be fulfilling her part of the deal.

"If you re a good girl and do not make too much noise, I ll allow you to have one orgasm." Brian said as he caressed his wife s breasts and ran a hand between her legs.

Shaking her head yes, the two men undid her bonds and carried her over to a chair at the foot of the bed. Placing her legs on each side of the arms, Brian reached between her legs and undid the catch of her panties and removed the fake cock from her exposed vagina.

"My. My. You are excited." Brian said as he held up the device to the light and inspected the slick womanly coating on it. After inspecting it, he held it to her lips as her tongue licked the length of it.

With the three of them reclining on the bed and looking on, Donna, without any hesitation, started feverishly kneading her breasts. Allison had never watched a woman masturbate and she found herself getting excited. As she felt herself getting aroused again, she lowered her hands until she had the mens rapidly growing penises in her hands and started to run her hand up and down the length of them.

With her eyes closed and rapidly breathing through her noise, Donna spread the pedals of her wet vagina with the fingers of one hand and with the other hand pressed down hard on her clit. As she brought herself to a body wrenching orgasm, tears of contentment rolled down her face.

"Please one more." Donna pleaded as the two men secured her to the chair.

"If you insist on complaining, I ll have to gag you. Now, you don t want that. Do you?" Brain said as he finished tying her arms behind the chair.

"No."

Sometime during the night as she lay exhausted on the bed from the last round of love making, she felt the men get out of bed. Just before closing her eyes, she watched the men undo Donna from the chair. As Donna got to her feet, she turned to Brian and gave him a long and passionate kiss before doing the same to Paul as the three of them left the room.

She must have slept for a couple of hours. When she sat on the side of the bed and stretch before coming fully awake, the early morning light was just peaking through the window. Getting off the bed, she stepped into her dress after discarding her nylons and panties, which were torn and stained from her recent adventure. She found putting on the bra that her breasts were tender from the previous night s sexual escapade so she eliminated wearing that along with her garter. She needed a bath, but that could wait until she got home and she also felt naked not wearing any underclothes but she would be home shortly. Entering the bathroom that ran off the bedroom, she brushed her teeth from a still new wrapped toothbrush that was laying by the sink and washed her face. After arranging her hair the best she could, she slipped on her shoes that were by the bed and than grabbed her undergarments as she left the room. As she tiptoed down the hall, she could not resist the temptation of looking into the master bedroom as she went by. All three of them were in the same bed with Donna in the middle and Brian and Paul on each side of her. Making her way to the office where she left her briefcase, she threw the panties and garter that she was still holding into her briefcase. Picking up the car keys that were laying next to her small purse, she went to her car and drove home.

Arriving home, she ran a nice hot bath and laid back and relaxed. Although it was still early morning, Richard had already gone to work. She remembered him saying the previous night about going to work early to prepare for a big case on which he had been working.

 

She had just entered her office and sat behind her desk when her boss came in.

"Where the hell were you yesterday and this morning? Do you think you can come and go as you please? I ll have your job for this, Ms. Page." Mister Green said in a raised voice as he stood with his two hands on her desk.

"I was getting a contract sighed." Allison replied in a voice that she hoped sounded pleasant. Mister Green and she never did get along. Whenever he could cause trouble for her, he would.

"Well wait until Mister O Connor returns from lunch and see what he says." Mister Green said as he stormed out of her office.

When she came in, she had spoken to Mister O Connor s secretary. Mister O Connor was the president of the firm and she had told his secretary that she wanted to see him on an important matter.

"Mister Green is upset about you taking time off. He said something about getting a contract signed." Mister O Connor said as Allison sat opposite him in his office.

"Yes. Our firm got the Robertson deal." Allison said as she stood up and went around to Mister O Connor s side of the desk and put her briefcase in front of him and opened it.

"Do these mean anything?" Mister O Connor said as he held her bra and garter in his hands.

"No . . . No." Allison said. Her face went crimson with embarrassment as she took the garments from him.

How could I have been so stupid and forget to take those things out of my briefcase? She was thinking as she took out the contract that was laying underneath.

"The main thing is you got the contract." Mister O Connor said as he shook her hand.

No more was said about the incriminating things in her briefcase. Within two weeks she got the promotion plus a substantial raise. With the promotion she did not have to put up with the likes of Mister Green. The only person she had to answer to was Mister O Connor.

CHAPTER 3*** 

The next two months were a whirl wind of activity, with her new promotion to World Wide Sales Coordinator which was more of a difficult position than she had originally thought. When Jim Brown was with the company, before he was lured away by one of their competitors, he made the job look easy. This job required a lot of hard work and

determination, but with help from Mr. O Connor it was getting easier. She was not the

only one who was having a tough time. Richard was working on a case that was taking up most of his time. As the two of them climbed the ladder of success, the price they had to pay was with their relationship. It seemed to Allison that they never saw each other. If Allison was not working late, it would be Richard. There were a few mornings where they would grab a bit to eat together and would not see the other until the next morning. Allison knew they had to do something about their marriage before the damage was too great to repair.

One Sunday morning the two of them, for a change, were home together. They sat and talked for hours until the morning was gone. She admitted that she had been tempted to get in contact with the Robertson s for another one of their sex sessions. The memory of that night was still fresh in her mind. Whenever she was feeling sexually aroused and if Richard was not home, which was happening more often, she would take out her vibrator to relieve her need. Richard confessed also that he had been tempted to look else where to find an outlet for his sexual frustration. His outlet for sex was the old standby, his hand. They looked into each others eye s and could tell what the other was thinking. Richard did not even take time to take her to the bedroom. Bending her over the table, he lifted her short tennis outfit with one hand while the other pulled down her skimpy underwear.

Sitting around the pool later in the day, the topic of vacations came up. Both agreed that they needed to get away but now was not the time for doing it. About two months down the road Richard would have closed the case he was working on, and Allison could arrange the time off around her husband s schedule. Yet where to go. Both she and Richard had traveled quite extensively and both wanted to go someplace different. Allison remembered two weeks ago when she was getting her hair done, she mentioned to Julie the owner of the beauty saloon that she needed a vacation. Julie did not say anything at the time but when she went to leave, Julie escorted her to the door.

"If your looking for something a little different . . . in the way of a vacation, you might want to look at this." Julie said as she slipped a business card into the palm of her hand. As the doorman opened her car door, Allison slipped behind the wheel of the car and fastened her seatbelt.

"Julie was acting kind of strange. What did she mean when she asked if I wanted something a little different in a way of a holiday?" Allison was thinking as she looked at the card Julie had given her. The card was completely blank, but for a phone number in the bottom right-hand corner.

She never thought any more about the card until now. Going through her purse, she finally found the card in her wallet.

"She didn t tell you anything about where this place is or anything else?" Richard asked as he looked at the phone number.

"Not a thing. Yet the way she was acting. I don t know. It might be worth checking it out." Allison said as she rolled over on her stomach and unhooked the top of her bikini.

"Here, let me." Richard said as he took the sun tan lotion and spread a quantity of it on her back.

"Mmmmm . . . I like the way you spread that lotion." Allison said as Richard spread it on her back before he slid the bottom of her bikini down and massaged the suntan lotion between the orbs of her bottom. While his one hand was massaging the oil in, the other was playing with her clit. As her breathing quickened, she knew she was only a heart beat away from an orgasm. Richard knew her like a well-read book. Just as she was ready to peek, he drove his finger deep up her anus

"God. That was wonderful. I wish you could keep you fingers there always." Allison said as Richard removed his fingers from her womanly cavities.

"This is more like old times." Richard thought as Allison sat on the edge of the deck chair and tugged down his swimming trunks.

"I think you might need some relief." Allison said as she took his hard penis in her hand and gently squeezed it.

"Go ahead and suck it." Richard moaned. As she ran her tongue along the length of his penis, she could tell that he was close to reaching his climax by the way he was thrusting his hips.

"Stick that big fat cock in my mouth." She mumbled as he shoved the first few inches of his manhood in her mouth.

 

"The phone number that your hairdresser gave. I called it." Richard remarked as he

casually ate his desert. It had been almost two weeks since he called the phone number and it was only this afternoon when he got a reply back.

"Well what happened?" Allison probed. She had a strange feeling about that phone number. She had heard gossip at the beauty saloon about Julie s sexual habits. It was only idle gossip and she never really believed it, but Allison believed that there is always a grain of truth in a rumor.

"The number belongs to a resort." Richard replied.

"Oh." Allison remarked. She was disappointed while hoping that there was more than just a resort.

"It s a sex resort. Dealing in bondage." Richard expressed with a smile on his face after he saw the disappointment on Allison face.

"Mmm. Tell me more." Allison replied in a sultry voice. She never figured in her wildest thoughts that Julie would give her a phone number like that.

"I can t tell you to much. The next day I made the call from work on my private line and got a message from a company called Pleasure Incorporate telling me to leave my name and phone number and a representative would get back to me. Later that afternoon someone did." Richard explained as he took a sip of his coffee.

Allison sat and waited with anticipation as Richard unfolded his story.

"Apparently this Pleasure Incorporated deals with adult matters, such as Masters and Slaves. The person I was speaking to told me if I was interested in this form of pleasure, I was to leave my name and address with them and someone would contract me about coming out to our home to explain more about their business." Richard enlightened Allison about what he knew.

"Well what happened." Allison begged as all kinds of erotic thoughts entered her mind.

"I left my name and our address." Richard remarked with his arms folded across his chest and waited for his wife s reaction.

"You didn t. What would happen if our neighbors found out or our employers?" Allison exclaimed. This was okay when Richard was talking about it but to have someone come out to the house.

"Relax dear. Whoever this company is, I have a good feeling about it. Beside you re the one who said it would be nice to go someplace different on our vacations. You have to admit this is unique." Richard replied.

"Did anyone contact you so far?" Allison asked. This might not be as bad as she first thought. "Probably nobody will get back to Richard anyhow." Allison was thinking before Richard replied to her question.

"Someone did. His name is David and he ll be here about eight o clock." Richard replied as he rose from the dinner table.

 

 

The next hour and a half dragged by as Allison and Richard sat in the den watching a stupid game show. Neither one of them was watching the show, each was wrapped up in their own thoughts. Finally they heard the chimes and both arose to answer the door.

Upon opening the door, Richard observed a man that was about the same height as he was and maybe a year or two older. Behind him stood a young woman in her twenties that had the looks and body to be a cover girl.

"Allison and Richard?"

"Yes it is." Richard replied.

"Ah good. I thought for a moment I might have had the wrong house. My name is David or just call me Dave. I was the person you were talking to earlier today." David extended his hand to shake Richard s.

" Glade to meet you. Please come in."

"This must be your beautiful wife. I m glad to make your acquaintance." David remarked as he took her hand and lightly kissed it. Then he turned and introduced the woman he was with as Monique.

As Richard lead the way into the den, David and Monique followed with Allison close behind. Something peculiar about the couple especially the woman. It was only a few minutes since their company had arrived, but Allison thought it strange that Monique had not said a word. She was a good-looking woman maybe about twenty-five or so and stood about five eleven. She was dressed immaculately, although the dress she was wearing was a little too short for her liking. Another thing she noticed was that Monique was braless and when she bent over, Allison was sure of something else, that Monique was not wearing underwear. The only piece of jewelry that Monique had on was a collar or necklace about an inch wide around her neck.

Once everyone was seated with a drink in their hands except Monique who sat at David s feet with her feet curled under her, sipping on a glass of wine. David looked at Allison and then at Richard before he cleared this throat and started to explain about this resort. For the next half hour, he explained about a resort that neither Allison nor Richard had ever dreamed of. The only way a person got invited to this resort called The Spa was by a recommendation. When Richard asked who that someone was, David very coolly replied that a certain hairstylist by the name of Julie recommended them.

"Now, you do know the resort caters exclusively to dominants and submissives." David remarked.

Both of them were speechless and could only nod their heads in an affirmative notion.

"Whatever your taste is, we will try to please." David replied.

"Do you care for another drink?" Richard asked. Allison could tell that her husband was flustered about what he had just heard. Offering another round of drinks was his way of getting back his composure.

"Yes, please."

"You Monique."

"No. Monique had enough for tonight." David answered for her.

"Thank you, Dear." Allison said as he took her glass. She was curious what was transpiring between David and Monique and it made it even more intriguing when David leaned down and Monique whispered something in his ear.

"With Pleasure Incorporate, everyone that cares to patronize The Spa is on a first name bases. I don t need to tell you that all of our clients are important to us. Be it in politics, sports, movies or any number of enterprises." David was explaining while Richard returned with the drinks.

"I m not saying we re interested, but can you tell me about what you were saying about masters and slaves?" Richard asked as he sat back down.

"The Spa operates four, two week sessions a year. Two in the winter months, one in the summer and another in the fall. All the people that are attending a session, their names are entered into a computer. This is where you make your choice of being either a master or a slave. A master or mistress has the privilege of asking for the type of slave he or she wants.

A slave has no choice of whom their master will be. For the two weeks they will be at the mercy of their master or mistress." David replied as he looked down at Monique.

"If we re interested. Where is this place and what is the cost?" Richard asked.

"The location, I cannot divulge until the person is signed up. The cost, for two weeks is fifty thousand dollars per person." David stated as he placed his empty glass on the coffee table.

"This resort is not cheap." Allison spoke for first time. She knew that she was curious about this resort and if she was not mistaking, the look in Richards eyes told the same story.

"By keeping the price high, we discourage the type of people we do not want." David was saying when Monique fidgeted on the floor.

"I hate to impose on your kindness but could Monique use your washroom?" David asked.

"Of course. I ll show you the way." Allison offered. Walking down the hall with Monique following her, a strange thought was forming. Was Monique a slave? The way she acted. Why couldn t she ask to use the washroom, and why did she look up at David when Richard or she asked her a question?

"Some people don t like it, but it s for their own safety." David was explaining to Richard.

"What don t they like?" Allison asked as she entered the room and walked over to her husband and put her arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze.

"I was explaining to Richard that if you choose vacationing at The Spa that both of you will need to undergo an examination by our company doctor in Montgomery. It does not matter who you are or how often that you have been at The Spa, everyone must undergo an examination. We want all our clients, be it a master or slave to have a good time without worrying about contacting some kind of sexually transmitted disease." David informed Allison.

"This type of vacation is not for everybody. Even if one of the couple is a submissive and the other a dominant, the rules of the company are no couple can mingle with each other while vacationing with Pleasure Incorporate." David mentioned as he watched Allison give Richard a hug, which he returned by giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Do you mean we won t be together, even if we wanted to?" Allison replied in shock.

"No. Each of you will be given your own sexual partners for the two the weeks." David declared as he walked over to Monique who was standing by herself with her head lowered.

"You have been a bad girl." David said just over a whisper to Monique so that both Allison and Richard could hear.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" David asked.

"Yes. What can we do for you?" Richard replied.

"I have a small problem. You see Monique is my slave for the night and she needs to be disciplined for taking advantage of your hospitality, and I would like to punish her here." David asked as he watched to see what kind of reaction he received from the Pages.

"What did she do wrong?" Allison asked.

"She knows that she is not to infringe on anybodies hospitality by asking to use the washroom. She should have gone before she came." David said as he waited for what response he was going to get.

"Go ahead." Richard replied before Allison could say anything more.

"Strip slave!" David ordered as he went over and sat on the couch. "A slave needs to be punished as soon as an offence has occurred or else they forget why they are being punished." David continue to say as Monique obediently removed her one article of clothing.

Both Allison and Richard were speechless while they watched Monique remove her dress and step out of it and lay it over the arm of the chair. Just as Allison surmised, Monique was nude under it.

"Would either one of you want to spank her?" David asked while looking at the Pages than back at his slave.

Both of them shook their heads no to the question. Allison had never in her life spanked a person and the only time Richard had was Allison in their love making and that was only in fun.

"Do you know why you are being spanked?"

"Yes Master."

"Over my knees." David ordered Monique. Once he positioned her, he raised his hand and connected with the palm on the smooth flesh of Monique s bottom. It was so quiet in the room that the first swat sounded as if someone had fired a shot. This was working out better than the usual interview. Mostly the slave he had with him would be demure but tonight he had a reason for punishing the slave.

If Monique said anything no one heard her as David continued with his spanking. Allison watched as Monique s bottom jiggled after each stroke and as it turn from a pink to a crimson. She never knew that she was holding her breath until Monique raised herself from David s lap after he had administered about twenty whacks to her bottom. Normally he would have given a slave ten hard strokes for the offence, but tonight he had something to prove and decided she warranted ten more.

"Apologize to our kind hosts for being disrespectful." David ordered.

Allison and Richard accepted Monique s apology. David looked at his watch and stood leave. He knew by experience that it was time to leave as both of the Pages were looking uncomfortable.

At the door David slipped on his coat, then turning to Monique told her not to bother with her dress, just to slip her short coat over her shoulders.

"If you have any questions, you know how to contact me." David said before he walked out the door.

"God. Do you believe that?" Richard exclaimed after seeing their guests out.

"Hmmm." Allison moaned as her hand reached over to the front of Richard s pants and tried to squeeze his obvious erection that was showing through his pants.

"And you re not horny? You little tramp." Richard said in jest. When he made a grab for her, she dodged out of his grasped.

The two of them were like animals as they made love. Each had visions of Monique which fueled their passion. When Allison or Richard started to tire of their love making the other person would coax them into another round of sex. After laying beat from three sessions of sex, both lay defeated in each others arms as they fell asleep.

Sleep eluded Allison so she waited until she heard her husband s regular breathing before she slipped out of bed. Disregarding putting on a house coat, she made her way to the den. Something that always made her relax was bandy as she poured a shot into a brandy snifter. She could not help thinking about the unusual evening her and Richard had. This is foolishness she was thinking as she felt herself becoming aroused as her mind pictured Monique again draped over David s lap and having her bottom paddled. Spreading her legs, her fingers teased her sex before two fingers entered her vagina.

Allison stretched and opened her eyes to find that Richard was not in bed with her. Making her way into the kitchen, she found her husband pouring over some legal documents and drinking a cup of coffee. Looking at the coffee pot, she knew something must be bothering him. Richard was a one cup of coffee man in the morning and by the looks of the coffee pot, he had already consumed about three cups.

He did not fare any better in the sleep department than Allison. He had awakened just before dawn to find Allison sleeping peacefully and had gotten up and made himself a coffee. There was no use in going back to bed as his mind was still pondering over the events of the night before. He could still see the look on David s face as he spanked Monique. David s face told the story of a man who was in total control. He had to admit that he was shocked that a modern day woman would submit herself to being a slave. Still, he could not help feel himself begin to get an erection with the thoughts of having complete control over a person like that.

Both of them needed to talk and as they rehashed over what took place the night before, they voiced their honest opinion of it. After talking about it and if they wanted an adventure of this magnitude. The answer was yes. The only real shock was when Allison told Richard that she wanted to be a slave and not a mistress. As she explained to him, she was tired. She wanted someone else to tell her what to do and beside it seemed kind of erotic to be a slave. She blushed with embarrassment on telling her husband this but deep down she hoped she was doing the right thing.

The next day Richard phoned David and started the process of booking Allison and him for a vacation with Pleasure Incorporate. Over the next two months Richard transferred the money and Allison and he spent a weekend in Montgomery to get checked out. They knew that there would be no problem with either of them having any type of sexually transmitted disease and the money was no object at all. When all the preliminary

procedures were completed David revealed the location of The Spa to them. It was about two hours south of Mexico City. Also David informed them of the date of their vacation, which was for the first two-week session of the year on the last two weeks in January. As the time grew nearer to their departure date, Allison had some reservations about the whole crazy trip. At times she was ready to call the trip off but for the fact that she was not a quitter. If she started something, she would see it through and make the best of it.

After the plane touched down and they had cleared customs, which was easy as they only had one piece of luggage. When she asked about what clothes she should pack for the vacation the representative told her that with being a slave she would have clothes provided for her along with anything else she would need. She and Richard walked out of the airport into the bright sunshine and smog of Mexico City.

"Over there." Allison pointed to a black limousine with the driver standing by the car holding a sign over his head with there names on it watching as people walked by him.

Once in the air-conditioned comfort of the car, both of them kicked off their shoes and closed their eyes. The time was only ten o clock in the morning and it was roughly about a two-hour car ride to the resort. Just enough time for a siesta.

CHAPTER 4****

"Good afternoon. My name is Peter and I am the director here at the resort." Peter said as he shook Richard s hand.

"Please have a seat. I hope you had a pleasant flight?" Peter continued to say as he resumed his seat.

"Yes it was a pleasant flight as far as small planes go." Richard remarked.

"Slave Allison. You can stand behind your Master." Peter said to Allison as he saw Richard pull the only chair out for her to sit on.

Allison was shocked with the way this man had just treated her, but she stood and watched the men talking. She stopped herself from getting angry, she was not used to people talking to her in the tone of voice that Peter just did.

"I see by your papers that this is your first visit to our resort. We ll go over any questions that you have later. First let us get you set up in your quarters, so you can relax." Peter said to Richard. Then he looked up at Allison and motioned for her to stand in front of his desk.

She was glad that the two men had stopped talking. Maybe now someone would show her to her room. What she wanted most of all was a shower and something to eat.

"You can disrobe now, slave." Peter ordered. Being confused that she heard right, she looked over at her husband.

"There s no use looking at your husband for help. Don t dally. I got more clients to see and I don t have the time to cater to a slave. You re here of your own free will." Peter said in a stern voice.

"Here s the contract with your signature. You are the property of Pleasure Incorporate for the next two weeks whether you like it or not. This can be your dream come true or you can spend the next two weeks in our dungeon." Peter remarked.

Taking a deep breath, she started to unhook the buttons on her blouse. When she said she wanted to be a slave, she did not think it would be like this, and this was only the beginning. After taking off her blouse, she kicked off her sandles and unhooked her slacks. Looking at each man, she pulled her slacks over her hips. For some reason, she was getting turned on. It was embarrassing as she unhooked her bra, when her breasts became free of their confines, she looked down at them. Both sets of nipples were erect. As she rolled her panties over her hips and down her legs, she made sure that neither man could see the stain of her arousal on the crotch. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body as she stood with her hands at her side and glared at Peter sitting smugly at his desk.

"Now off with the jewelry."

"You bastard." Allison whispered under her breath as she unfastened her earrings and laid them in a tray that Peter had put in front of her. After she had removed her Gucci watch and laid it in the tray, she again resumed her pose and waited for the next command.

"Slave. Do you have a hearing problem? I said off with the jewelry. That means all of it."

"Please. Not my rings."

"You can take them off yourself, or else I can have them removed for you." Peter informed her.

When she removed her engagement and wedding rings, she stripped off the other two rings on the other hand.

"The necklace also." Peter remarked.

She had never in her life felt so totally naked as she stood glaring at Peter once she had removed the last of her jewelry.

"Send in Slave Rachael." Peter asked as he picked up the inter- office phone.

Turning her head as the door opened, she watched as a young woman entered the office carrying a plastic clothes case. She was shocked with the appearance of the woman walking toward her. Not only could her looks grace the cover of any beauty magazine, her body was just as sleek. As the woman came closer, Allison noticed that the dress she was wearing had vertical slits running from the hem to the revealing neckline. Allison turned her head away with embarrassment as she watched one of Slave Rachael s breasts poked its way through a vertical slit in the green colored dress.

"Pick up your cloths and put them in the case. We will launder them by the end of your stay." Peter ordered Allison.

After picking up her discarded clothes, she resumed her pose. Before she could do anything, she felt her arms pulled behind her by Peter and a pair of cufflinks fastened around her wrists.

"This is also yours for the next couple of weeks. Do you know what it is?" Peter asked as he showed Allison a black collar about two inches wide. Printed in gold lettering was the words SLAVE ALLISON

"No."

"It s a slave collar. For the length of your stay with us, you will be compelled to wear it always." Peter explained.

"If I don t." Allison asked as Slave Rachael pulled her head back by her long hair while Peter fastened her collar around her neck.

"I would recommend that you don t try." Peter commented.

Adding to her humiliation Allison watched as Rachael removed her belt and fastened the one end to a clip in the collar around her neck.

"Take her away." Peter ordered with a wave of his hand as if he was shooing a fly away.

"Yes Master." Rachael replied as she pulled gently but firmly on the leash.

"Stop. You can t do this to me. I m naked. Stop this foolishness now. Richard help me. Dear God somebody help me." Allison begged as she was force to follow Rachael as she tugged on the leash. She did noticed her husband stand to help her, but was stopped by something that Peter said that she did not hear.

 

 

"You were kind of ruff on my wife?" Richard asked as the two men resumed their seats.

"Not really. However you do have to show a new slave who the master is." Peter explained.

Being a master was something that Peter did not overly care for, he would have rather remained a slave like when he was younger. Yet at his age which would be forty-eight this June, there was little call for an older slave. Oh, he was glad that the corporation kept him around. He was still their slave and would do anything that they would ask of him. In his prime, The Corporation had trained him as a slave and also as a master. In his younger days when someone needed a slave for being a master, he showed that he could be an adequate slave for that role. Now he was in charge of The Spa.

He had to admit that he did enjoy the benefits of his status sometimes, especially when a new slave arrived, someone like Allison.

"If looks could kill. I think you would be dead. I never knew my wife to be so submissive." Richard replied. He had observed some of Allison s tantrums first hand, he had even been on the receiving end a couple of times. Allison had always been used to getting her own way. This episode that just transpired surprised him, it more than surprised him, it left him shaking his head in disbelieve. Maybe Allison really does want to be a slave. He knew one thing and that was that he had one hell of an erection he tried to conceal by crossing his legs. He had gotten it when Peter ordered her to strip. She could still get him aroused but this was totally different.

"I can guaranty that by the end of two weeks your wife will be an obedient slave." Peter answered with a smile.

"Why do you think that?" Richard asked with concern in his voice.

"There s no need to worry about your wife. I should say Slave Allison. I think she enjoyed the humiliation by the way her nipples became hard. It s cool in here but not that cool, another thing I noticed was the way she removed her panties. She did not want us to see the crotch."

"Maybe she was self-conscious. I know I would be." Richard remarked.

"No. I would say that if we examined them, they would have a nice little stain on them from her arousal." Peter was saying as he was bent down to retrieve Allison s underwear from the cloth bag. As he turned them inside out, it surprised Richard that Allison was aroused from her ordeal. After he held them to his nose to make sure that the stain was from her sexual juices, he offered them to Richard for his inspection.

"No thank you. I can see that my wife was enjoying her treatment. By the stain, I would say she was enjoying it quite a bit." Richard said after Peter had returned to his chair and put his arms on the desk and folded them in from of him.

"Can I answer any questions you might have?" Peter asked as he looked at his watch.

"Yes you can. To start with you can tell what this place is? Your representative was very secretive on the location." Richard asked.

"Pleasure Incorporate runs a network of weekend pleasure houses around the world. No. It s not what you think. They have designed these houses for people who are masters or mistresses or slaves. About ten years ago, we found from our clientele that they wanted to experience their type of pleasure for more than a weekend." Peter replied.

"Isn t something like this against the law?" Richard remarked once he had a chance to ask another question.

"Yes and No. This is why we establish a place like this in Mexico. We donate a few dollars to the right people in the Mexican government plus we look after the right people in the local government and police force." Peter said while watching Richard s reaction about the bribes that they handed out to keep The Spa running. The security department at Pleasure Incorporate had done a thorough investigation on both Richard and Allison even before the company representative showed up at their door to tell them about this little resort. If Richard were to make any trouble for them, the dirt that the security people dug up on Richard would ruin his career and most likely land him in jail. Allison and Richard were not the only people that they had dossiers on. Every guest that has been here has a file on them, in case they decided to cause trouble for Pleasure Incorporate.

With Richard being a lawyer he knew that a place like this would be closed down within a minute if it was in the States. He also knew without anything being mentioned that they had information that would have disastrous effects for him if he mentioned this place to the wrong people.

"How big is this place?" Richard asked. This place had his curiosity and he wanted to hear more about it.

"The Spa is situated on nine hundred acres of land and is surrounded on the north and west by a low ridge of mountains and to the east by a desert. That leaves only one way in and we have that patrolled to keep unwanted guests out. Security and anonymity are our main concern for our guests. If you re into golf, there are two excellent golf courses for your pleasure plus a few other recreational activities also for your enjoyment. We do try to keep everyone happy." Peter replied.

"I have to admit, with what I have seen and heard so far I m impressed." Richard said as he stretched his back.

"We also have one of the best masseurs in Europe with us, plus a full exercise gym." Peter commented as he watched Richard.

"Let s get down to the main reason I m here?" Richard asked after a pause in the conversation between the two men.

"Yes." Was the only word Peter uttered before he sat up straight in his chair before he started to tell Richard about the slaves.

"We will assign you your own personnel slave to do with as you see fit, within reason of course, at seven o clock tonight in the arena. None of the guests will know who their slave is until it is announced while the slave is standing on stage. When it is divulged who their master or mistress will be for the next couple of weeks, the slave will walk down the runway to their prospective owner. This is what we call our slave auction." Peter explained as he thought of past days when he would be auctioned off instead of sitting behind this desk.

"Hm. Sounds interesting. However, what happens if for some reason I didn t care for the slave they assigned me?" Richard asked.

"Quite simple. We will replace her with someone else." Peter replied when again he used the phone and asked for Slave Elaine to be sent in.

"Excuse me if I seem rude, but can I answer anymore questions you have later. I have another couple arriving shortly and I m getting pressed for time. Explore our premisses on your own or have Slave Elaine show you around." Peter was saying when the door to his office opened and a beautiful young woman in her twenties entered the room and stood meekly by Peter s desk with her eyes cast down. This slave was dressed similar to the other slave that took Allison away, the only difference being was that she dressed in a light green outfit. As Richard continued to look at her, he could detect that she had Latin blood by her olive complexion.

"I do like the color of her eyes." Peter remarked as he stood next to her and put a finger under her chin and raised her head. Slave Elaine comes to us from our Spanish chapter in Madrid.

"She has more than just beautiful eyes." Richard said under his breath as he looked at her face with her cute little nose and full lips and dark hair that came to the nape of her neck. As Peter mentioned, her eyes were one of her best features. She could not have stood more than about five foot five and was well proportion with just the right sized of breasts and a slim waist that flared out to her hips which lead to a pair of slender legs.

"Let Slave Elaine show you to your quarters. She is here for your pleasure if you care to sample our hospitality. I don t think she ll disappoint you. Will you?" Peter said as he removed his finger from under her chin.

"No Master." She replied meekly with just a hint of an accent.

"Before you leave, I want to show you how to summon your slave when she is not present. No matter how nicely we enjoy having a slave around. We also appreciate enjoying doing other forms of recreation." Peter explained as he had Richard sit at his desk to show him how to signal his slave on the computer.

"We will use my name and Slave Elaine s for example."

" Enter Master Peter back slash Slave Elaine. Meet me in my office at 2 P.M. Then press enter."

"This sends a signal to the collar that all slaves wear. Watch what happens to Slave Elaine." Peter explained as the screen acknowledge Richard s command.

Raising his eyes from the computer screen to look at the slave, he noticed her head give a sight jerk as something made her flinched.

"There s a light shock at first then a soothing sensation afterwards on her neck. There, feel for yourself." Peter said.

He walked over to Slave Elaine and felt the collar. Sure enough he could detect a light sensation in his fingers.

"When a slave receives that order, the slave will stop whatever they are doing and respond to it." Peter explained to Richard then turned and nodded to the Slave Elaine. As the two men sat back down Slave Elaine leaned over the computer and typed in her response to stop the sensations of the collar.

"Slave Elaine will not be your personal slave. She is one of our permanent slaves."

"What do you mean by permanent?" Richard asked. Not believing that he had heard right.

"This female chose to become a slave for life to Pleasure Incorporated. Isn t that so?" Peter asked the slave who stood with her hands folded and with her eyes cast down at the floor.

"Yes master."

"We re always in need of permanent slaves at Pleasure Incorporate. At The Spa we will usually have three or four cancellations of guests for some reason or another and we have to improvise. You cannot have masters without slaves or slaves without masters. So we use our own slaves to fill the gap. In our spring session we had a slave cancellation and we used Slave Elaine here for a fill in. Her identity for the two weeks was as a computer programmer from Houston Texas. Now if we needed a master or mistress, then we have a few qualified slaves in that category." Peter explained.

"Another question. What do you mean when you said qualified slaves?" Richard asked in disbelief with how this organization ran things. Not that he disapproved.

"Certain slaves can become a master or a mistress in time with the right training. This is what we call a qualified slave. It is when a slave can be a master or mistress one time, giving orders and handing out punishment, then turn around completely and be submissive and meek the next time. Slave Elaine is still a couple of years away for us to even consider her to play the role of a mistress. She still has a lot of training to accomplish in being a slave." Peter said as he gave the slave a light slap on the rear as a signal for her to show Richard to his quarters.

As Richard stood to leave, he tried to conceal, the best he could, the erection he had from the time Peter had ordered his wife to strip. Putting his hand in his pocket and arranging his erect penis so that it hung down along his leg and out the leg of his underwear, he hoped it was not too obvious when he stood up.

"We will lock your wife s valuables in our safe for the duration of your stay." Peter said as he gave the key to Richard

Putting the key in his pocket, he leaned over the desk and shook Peter s hand before turning around to watch Slave Elaine walk across the room to the door.

"Drop around to one of our bars, mingle with the other guests. Feel free to ask questions of our staff." Peter said with a smile as he noticed Richard trying to conceal his erection.

As Peter walked behind the slave, he watched her small round bottom and his thoughts turned to what he was going to do with her when he reached his room. Prying his eyes from her behind, it surprised him to see other slaves being lead away. All the slaves were being lead by leashes around their necks. Some had their hands clasp behind their heads while others had their hands handcuffed behind their backs and it seemed there was no order regarding who was leading them. Men were leading men and women leading women, but all had one thing in common, the new slaves were all nude.

Tearing his eyes from the parade of slaves, he noticed for the first time how beautifully the grounds were landscaped. He was not a nature lover by any means but as the slave lead him along the paths to his lodgings he could detect the fragrance of many tropical flowers. After a short walk they came to a small bungalow and when the slave opened the door for him she bowed her head as he entered.

"Would the Master have need of my services?" Elaine said in a soft voice that was just above a whisper as she raised her head to address him.

"Yes. Remove your dress." Richard replied. His erection had not eased any and Peter did say that if he needed the slaves services feel free to use them. Well, that was what he intended to do.

Slipping off her dress Slave Elaine stood in her nudity as Richard walked over to her and cupped her small but ample breasts in his hands. It surprised him to find that her nipples were erect and as he lightly pinched them she uttered little moans of delight. Walking backwards, he pulled her by the nipples of her breasts until he reached the love seat that was directly behind him.

"Take off my pants." Richard ordered the slave as he let go of the hold he had on her and slumped down in the chair with his feet spread out in front of him.

Sitting at her master s feet, Slave Elaine removed one of his shoes and then as she took off the sock, she sucked each of his toes before repeating the procedure on the other foot. Reaching forward she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants over his hips, only stopping for him to raise his hips so she could pull them off the rest of the way. After folding his pants neatly and laying them over the arm of the chair, she returned to free him of his underwear. As she was pulling down his undershorts, his erection became free from its confinement and reared itself as she finished removing his underwear. Inching herself a little closer to her target, she gently took hold of his erection and leaned down to engulf the head of his penis in her mouth.

"My God, this woman is an expert. This woman doesn t need any more training" Richard was thinking as she drove him to the edge of a climax more than once. He always enjoyed it when Allison gave him oral sex. She was good at it. This woman had a different technique, and just when he got used to her lips around his penis she would switch what she was doing. At times she would lick his testicles while lightly jerking his staff or she would totally envelop his penis in her mouth and lightly run her teeth over his erection as her head bobbed up and down. Each time that he thought he was going to ejaculate, she would do something different to stop him from his final goal.

"Who is the master and who is the slave." Richard was thinking as he cast his eyes down at her while she again brought him to the edge. Having been denied his reward once again, he took his hands and placed them on her head. With half his penis in her mouth and with her licking the head of it while sucking on it, she was letting out little sounds of contentment, something like a cat purring. Richard could tell this woman enjoyed what she was doing. Placing of hands on her head must have been the right signal for her, because she picked up the pace and started to jerk the other half of his penis that she had in her hand. Reaching down with her free hand, she gently held his testicles and was softly squeezing them while lightly pulling on them. Richard let out a groan of contentment as he started to raise his hips while her head bobbed up and down on the head of his penis in her mouth.

As his penis finished emptying the last of his nectar into this slaves mouth, he opened his eyes just in time to see her licking her lips before she laid her head on his lap.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Master?" Slave Elaine said in a submissive voice as she cupped the deflating penis in her hands and ran her tongue along it.

"Go back to Peter or wherever you came from. I m finished with you." Richard replied as he went to stand.

"Did I please my Master?" The slave asked as she sat at Richard s feet.

"You did an excellent job on pleasing me. Tell Peter that!" Richard responded. That was one of the best blow jobs he d had in his life. Watching her pick up her dress with her cute little behind bent over in front of him, he felt himself begin to stir again. It would not take too much coaxing to have sex with this slave again. With thoughts of what he would like to do to her next running through his mind, but right now a shower would feel better. Besides if what lies ahead was like he just had, he did not want to burn himself out in one afternoon.

Taking off his shirt so that he was now totally nude, he inspected his accommodations for the next couple of weeks. This was one thing he enjoyed doing with Allison after sex, just being nude without a care in the world. He chuckled when he saw two toilets as he entered the bathroom. The one he used was of normal size but the other one was smaller and built closer to the floor and over it was a bronze sign which read Slaves. The bathroom was quite spacious with a whirlpool bath that would fit two people easily, a separate shower, and a long vanity with two sinks. One side of the vanity was more elaborately decorated while the other one was plain, again with a sign which read Slaves. Walking back into the room where he just had sex a short time ago, he went over to a bar to see how it was stocked.

"A person wouldn t go thirsty around here." He was thinking as he looked at the well-stocked bar. Not only were there enough different kinds of alcohol but looking into the bar fridge and under the counter, he saw an assortment of mixes. Still, his preference did not need any fancy mixes. Napoleon Brandy was his drink, two ice cubes in a brandy snifter with an equal amount of brandy. Pouring a drink, he surveyed the room which was quite spacious, with a few stuffed easy chairs and a sectional couch along one side of the room facing the bar. Looking to his right, he saw a wall unit with a thirty-four-inch screen television, a cassette and a compact disc player. Picking up his drink, he walked over to one of two doors that lead off from the main room he was in. His instinct was right, this was the bedroom, with a queen size bed and the usual dresser and a closest that was big enough for the clothes he had brought with him. Inspecting the room he opened the door to his left, he found it led into the bathroom. Opening the door to his right, he found this lead into a smaller room with a small single bed and a chest that was at the foot of it. That was all in the way of furnishings. Walking over to the chest, he bent down and opened it. He felt his penis begin to stiffen, when he looked into it and saw a selection of dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, some paddles and a few other sex related objects that he did not have a clue what they would be used for.

While finishing his drink, he walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He wanted that shower he was thinking about and when he was finished he wanted to go down to the bar and meet some of the other guest.

"Yes. I think I m going to enjoy myself the next couple of weeks." He said to nobody as the water hit his body.

 

When Allison was lead by the leash from the office, she was so embarrassed with her first encounter being a slave, that she kept her head down. She had never felt more ashamed in her life, especially when some clients that were sitting around the lobby watched her being lead through the room. That was not all that was bothering her; she felt more sexually alert than she had felt in ages. The only thing that made her feel a little better was glancing up as she was being lead across the foyer and seeing two more slaves being lead about in the same manner as her. The one slave, a male with his hands secured behind his back, was being lead by a female. The other slave, a female equally bound, was being lead by a male attendant in the same manner.

When Allison was lead away from the main buildings and the people looking at her, she felt a little less conspicuous so she raised her head to look about at her surroundings. It seemed the whole area was a tropical paradise with the heavy scents of plants and trees and the cries of tropical birds flying overhead and perched in trees. She was soon lost as she was lead along different paths. With the hot humid heat of the early afternoon sun blazing through the trees, it was only a short time before she felt the sweat sticking to her body. As they rounded a small clump of trees, she had the first look at her accommodations

for the next two weeks. The structure was a one story building and it looked quant, nestled amongst rich tropical vegetation.

"Here, let me unlock these handcuffs." Slave Rachael said in a pleasant voice. This was the first time that she had spoken. She produced a key that she must have had in her hands and freed Allison s hands before unhooking the leash from her collar.

Rubbing her wrists, Allison looked around at the furnishings in the room. Along the far wall was a bamboo wall unit containing a television set. Opposite the wall unit were three arch doorways and across from those and closest to the entrance that they had just entered was another arch doorway.

"This is your room." Rachael said as they entered the middle room.

Taking a quick look around the room that contained a queen size bed and a small chest of drawers, she saw a dress laying at the foot of the bed.

"Yes. That is yours. You can put it on if you please." Rachael said.

Picking it up, Allison noticed the only other piece of clothing were a pair of panties.

"Slaves don t need much clothing." Rachael remarked as Allison examined it.

"In the chest of drawers you will find another four dresses just like those along with several changes of underwear. They will be replaced as you need them." Rachael said as Allison laid the dress on the bed and bent over to pick up the panties.

I can t believe this. This underwear is something I would have worn when I was a kid. I think they called them Little Misses back then Allison was thinking as she eased the cotton panties up her legs. Not only were they young girls briefs but they had cartoon characters all over them and that was something more than they did when she was younger. Tugging them over her hips she spied that stupid rabbit eating a carrot. However, when she slipped the dress over her head, she felt a little less conspicuous. Although the dress only came midway between her knees and waist and the neckline was cut low so if she bent over there would be no trouble in seeing her breasts. The dress was almost transparent with an elasticized waist so that you could slip it over your head or off your shoulders. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see the outline of her panties and the dark areolas of her breasts circling her erect nipples. Stepping into a pair of sandals that were at the foot of the bed, she followed Rachael to a little room that ran off the bedroom.

"This is your bath and makeup room." Rachael motioned with her hand.

Allison could see that the bath was a standard bath and shower combination and the vanity was small but compact. Looking at the cosmetics that were sitting on the vanity, she could tell that they were the same brand names that she used. Now she knew why she had to fill out the questionnaire about what kind of cosmetics she used and the maker of them.

"The toilet is across from the sitting room. You will be sharing it with the other three slaves." Rachael said.

She walked across the sitting room, through the arch-door that was separated from the other three on the opposite wall, and she entered the washroom.

Allison s heart sank when she followed Rachael into the room. The washroom had three toilets and over each was a name, Slave Allison, Slave Bryan, Slave Alicia. The three sinks had the same names over the three washbasins. This was one thing that she thought a person should do in private. Even at home she would not let her husband into the washroom when she was relieving herself. Now, not only did she have to share a bathroom with other people, but one of them was a man. One thing she would not do was relieve herself when another person was in the room. She would rather burst than humiliate herself that way. She did not care if she was a slave or not. Another thing she noticed for the first time was that the washroom and bedrooms did not have doors.

"A slave does not warrant privacy." Rachael said as she saw the look of despair on Allison s face.

Sitting opposite Rachael, as they returned to the sitting room, she could not help notice that Rachael s dress rode up her thighs. Yet what surprised her the most was that she spread her legs so that you could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

"Wear your slave collar all the time." Rachael was explaining as Allison tried not to watch her in her unladylike posture.

"Let me explain how your slave collar works when your master or mistress wants to summon you. It s highly possible that you will not be with your master all the time, then again who knows." Walking over to the computer terminal that was in the room, Rachael entered a few commands into the computer.

"The collar that all the slaves wear has a sensor built into it that sends a mild shock when you are being summoned." Rachael explained as she finished what she was doing.

"Ouch!" Allison said as a shock zapped her. After the first shock there was only a slight tingle that continued.

"That first shock is to get your attention in case your sleeping. To deactivate the collar you do this." Rachael said as she told Allison what to do on the keyboard.

"Type Slave Allison back slash Master Peter"

For a second the screen went blank. Than a message appeared.

"Greek Restaurant. Now."

Once Allison exited the computer the tingling around her neck stopped.

"When you get a message, stop what you re doing and obey it. The only person that will be sending messages to you is your Master or Mistress." Rachael said as they sat opposite each other again.

"Don t I take it off if I m bathing?" Allison said as she tried not to look at Rachael s exposed vagina.

"I said always. Twenty-four hours a day for the next two weeks. The computer chip is waterproof, so you don t have to worry."

"One thing you should learn right now is when you are in the presence of your Master or Mistress and they give you permission to sit, you sit with your legs spread and your hands in your lap. Another thing you should get used to is spreading your legs even if your master is not present. It s a good habit to get into." Rachael said as Allison timidly inched her legs apart.

"You should understand another thing. Obey your master or mistress. As a slave you have no say in what they tell you to do. You are their property for the next two weeks. Are there any questions?"

"Yes there is." Allison started to say.

"Stop right there. When you re speaking to me, you will address me as Slave Rachael. That is my proper title." Rachael pointed out to Allison.

"Oh." Was the only thing Allison could say? She was not usually at a loss for words but Rachael s remark took her by surprise.

"I have chosen to become a slave for life, not like you, where you are a slave for only a couple of weeks. With my chosen lifestyle I have the honor of being called Slave Rachael, where you will be call just Slave. Understand this. "You are the lowest type of person and you will be treated like that for your stay here." Rachael said a stern voice.

"Slave Rachael I could not help notice that you re not wearing any underwear and your dress is different from mine. Why the difference?" Allison asked. She really did not care if Slave Rachael was wearing underwear or not. She just wanted to steer the conversation away from her.

"Training a slave is mostly based on humiliation. If a master or mistress wants to have sex with you, you will have to be humiliated by removing your panties and dress unless they want oral sex. Where with me, I would only have to take any pose they want me in. With the slits in my dress they have access to all my openings. Don t misunderstand me, I still can be humiliated but in a different way." Rachael said.

Now she started to understand why they wanted to humble her in the way they did. Making her strip in front of the men, the slave collar and the leash, the washroom with the three toilets, all this was for her training.

"My duty is to be here if you need anything. You don t complain to your Master. If you need something, you come to me, then I ll go through the proper channels." Rachael continued to say.

"Another question. Slave Rachael, you usually refer to a mistress or master. I will have a master won t I?" Allison asked.

"Not necessarily. Some masters and mistresses want the same sex in slaves. I don t know how they decide which slave goes to whom. Yet the chances are as good as any that you might have a mistress instead of a master. Don t let that bother you; you ll get your fair share of Masters. The mistresses and masters sometimes get bored with the same slave and they like to swap among themselves." Rachael explained.

"Another thing. Don t ever think that you can have sex with a fellow Slave? The only person that can command you to do that is your master. Sometimes the masters enjoy watching slaves having sex. Still, your master is the only one who can demand it, not another master or slave." Rachael said.

"So what your saying is, the only person that can tell me to do anything is my master. So I couldn t have sex with another slave on my own?" Allison said.

"It can get a little complicated at times but if your master was present and gave you the order, do not hesitate, obey his command." Rachael tried her best to explain.

"I ll be bringing your two other roommates here. Relax awhile, you will be served a light snack of sandwiches and fruit after the other two get here. That should hold your hunger until tonight." Rachael said as she left the room.

Standing in the shower and letting the warm water pelt her back, Allison felt the tension of the day drain from her, not to mention the grime of traveling wash off. She had to admit, this was going to be the most different kind of vacation that she had ever been on. Bending down and picking up the soap, she had no trouble determining that it was the same kind of soap she used at home by the heavy scent of it. Whoever or whatever runs this place, thought of everything. The only place she knew that carried this brand of soap was a little speciality boutique in Montgomery. Bringing her hands up to her firm breasts, she gently lathered them.

"I don t know what it will be like being a slave but just the thought of it has got me aroused." She was thinking as her fingers pinched her nipples until they were hard. With her other hand she let it travel down her body across her stomach until she felt the coarse hair of her pubic area.

"I can t believe it. I m a slave." Allison groaned as she pressed a finger against her clit which was poking its way out of its hiding place. While one hand was slowly fingering herself, the other hand was playing with her breasts, alternating between fondling and pinching them. With erotic thoughts of what was to come within the next two weeks, she feverishly brought herself to climax. Withdrawing her fingers from her vagina, she turned around and leaned against the shower and let the spray wash over her body

CHAPTER 5****

After showering, Richard dressed in a light pair of pants and a casual sports shirt. He wanted to take a look around more of the resort, the little that he did see impressed him. The first thing he wanted to look at was the golf courses. He was not an avid golfer, but over the last couple of years and a few golf lessons he had started to enjoy it. Besides there were just as many deals made on the golf course as there was in the court room. So taking one of the many paths that branched off, he wondered aimlessly amongst the lust tropical vegetation. Only once was he approached by anyone and that was a male slave leading a female slave. As he approached them, both stood off to the side of the path and lowed their eyes until he passed. As he walked up a slight incline, he spotted one of the golf courses laying ahead of him.

"The course is a little tricky but it has a few good fairways."

A voice startled Richard. He did not hear anyone come up beside him as he was looking over the greens.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Gordon." The man said as he held out his hand to Richard.

"My name is Richard. I'm hoping to get a chance to play a couple of rounds." Richard replied as he shook Gordon's hand.

"You'll get your chance. After awhile it's nice to get away from your slave. A guy can only take so much sex." Gordon said while the two of them looked on as a couple of tropical birds landed in the tree beside them.

"I'm on my way to grab a cold one. You're welcome to join me if you care to?" Gordon asked.

"Well, if you don't mind." Richard replied.

"Is this your first time?" Gordon asked as the two of them walked along the path.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Not really. After you have been here a couple of times, you get to know who's new." Gordon said as they came to the main buildings.

As they walked up to the main entrance, Richard liked the layout, lined with palm trees and tropical flowers of all descriptions. Setting off the whole scene was a waterfall that was cascading down the side of the building they were about to enter.

"This is where we will get our slaves assigned to us tonight." Gordon said as they entered a small theater.

It took a few seconds to adjust his eyes to the dimness of the building. Once he did, he noticed a small stage that was only a couple of feet high with a runway that extended from the front of the stage. The runway was a good twenty feet long and ended with a set of stairs to the floor. Around the stage and runway a quantity of comfortable chairs were arranged.

"This building has a few uses. After tonight, The Spa puts on some interesting stage plays." Gordon said as he and Richard continued to the bar.

"Well. What will it be?" Gordon asked as they stood up to the bar.

"A Bud Light." Richard replied. He wanted to take it easy on the drinking, so he ordered a beer. He did not need to pass out from too much booze his first day there. The bar Gordon picked out was in the far corner of the building. Bar Aztec was the name and it was decorated as the name depicted.

"I like this little bar. It's out of the way, so you can sit back and watch what's taking place around you." Gordon explained.

They were watching a little of the activity that was going on around them and enjoying their drinks when a couple of people walked in. As the man ordered the drinks, Richard noticed that the woman was pretty with a nice figure. If Richard had to guess, he would say she was in her early thirties and definitely her nationality was European. The man was tall and in the same age group.

Within a short time the four of them introduced each other. Her name was Meka and his was Herman. With another round of drinks, Richard mentioned that this was his first time at the resort and that everything was new to him.

"Don't let those slaves get away with anything." Herman said. As he set his drink on the bar and said something to Meka in a low voice.

"Watch this. This is how to handle a slave." Meka said as she spotted a male slave returning to the reception area after showing a mistress to her quarters.

"Slave come here." She ordered.

"Yes Mistress. Can I be of assistance?" The male slave said as he kept his eyes to the floor.

"Strip." Meka ordered.

Without any hesitation the slave removed his one piece of clothing and stood unashamedly in the nude.

"What's this? Have you been playing with yourself?" Meka said as she cupped his deflated penis in her hand.

"No Mistress. The Mistress that I showed to her quarters wanted me to service her." The slave said with a tremble in his voice.

"That's a likely story. You have to watch these slaves. He probably jerked himself off." Meka said to the men standing around her.

Richard watched in amazement as she had the slave bend over and clasp his ankles. Turning to Herman, she asked to borrow his belt.

"This is the only way to show a slave who the master is." She said as she raised the belt and hit him across his bottom. Richard was spellbound as he watched the slave take his punishment without crying out but for a few groans when she laid the stokes on hard.

"The next time I stop you, I want to see that worthless piece of meat you call a cock with an erection. Do you understand?" Meka said as she handed the belt back to Herman.

"Yes Mistress." The slave said while staying in the same pose.

"Get dressed and get out of here." She ordered as she picked up her drink.

"They don't call you the Hungarian Bitch for nothing." Herman said as the four of them watch the slave pull up his pants and meekly walked away.

After finishing off his drink, Gordon excused himself. Taking the last swallow of his beer, Richard bid Meka and Herman a good day and followed Gordon out of the complex. Before the two men departed company, they made plans with each other to have dinner together along with their slaves. Something bothered Richard about Gordon as he was going back to his room. He was almost sure that he had seen Gordon some place before. It really did not matter as it seemed that the two of them got along good together.

When Allison stepped out of the shower, she leaned over to put on her ridiculous underwear and noticed the manufactures label. Not only were the panties from a well-known maker the dress was also.

"Hello, Hello." Allison heard a female voice call out.

" Be there in a sec." Allison called as she quickly got dressed.

Stepping out of her room into the communal part of the apartment, she met her female room mate.

"My name is Alicia." The woman said as she held out her hand for Allison to shake.

"Mine is Allison. Glad to meet you." Allison replied as she shook her hand. Allison bit her tongue as she was going to say her last name until she remembered that the spa ran on a first name bases. The official mentioned to Roger and her that unless you felt comfortable with a fellow member it was best to keep your last name to your self.

She was shorter than Allison, but Allison could not help notice the big bust on her petite frame. The two of them were at a loss for anything to say until Alicia broke the silence by asking if she wanted anything to drink.

"Yes. What do they have in the fridge?" Allison asked.

"Unfortunately there are only fruit juices and soft drinks." Alicia replied. "They don't allow us slaves any alcohol unless our Masters permit us to have a drink." She continued to say.

"Too bad. I could use a stiff drink after the day I had so far." Allison said as she relaxed a little.

"I think both of us had the same type of day." Alicia replied.

"Make mine a cola." Allison said.

The two women went and sat and got better acquainted with each other. She still felt embarrassed when Alicia sat and spread her legs so that you could see the crotch of her panties and the dark tangle of her pubic hair. However, Allison followed her example and did the same. Allison learned that Alicia was from just outside of Athens, Greece. She was quite friendly and as they chatted Allison found that she felt relaxed around her.

"Are you with your husband?" Allison asked.

"Heavens no. Marriage does not agree with me. I've been married twice and divorced twice. How about you?" Alicia said.

"My husband is seeing how the other side lives. He's a Master." Allison replied.

Both turned and looked as they heard the door open. Rachael was leading a nude man by a leash. Alicia looked at Allison and both knew instinctively that this was their male roommate, Bryan.

"You know the procedure." Rachael said as she unhooked the leash from his collar.

"Yes, Slave Rachael." He replied with his eyes lowered.

"Go and get dressed, you disgusting animal." Rachael commanded.

"Lunch will be here shortly, slaves." Rachael said to Allison and Alicia as she was leaving.

Bryan stuck out his tongue at Slave Rachael after she had left and then turned to the two ladies who were trying to suppress their laughter.

" My name's Bryan and I guess the three of us are going to be roommates." Bryan said as the three of them introduced each other.

Bryan excused himself and went and got dressed. A few seconds later he returned and grabbed himself a drink and sat opposite the two women. Alicia and he struck up a conversation, apparently the two of them meet here at The Spa before.

"You were a slave to that English guy about two sessions ago." Bryan said as the two of them tried too figured out when they met last.

"Yes I was. If I'm right, you were a slave to that Texan woman." Alicia said as she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Who do we have here? I can't remember seeing her before?" Bryan asked Alicia.

"She's new." Alicia said as she reached over and gave Allison's a friendly squeeze on the hand.

"Well, we'll have to try and keep an eye on her." Bryan said as he took Allison's other hand and gave it a squeeze.

Allison tried to size Bryan up while she was listening to them. He was a good-looking guy with brown hair and a mustache. He probably stood a good six feet and had a muscular build. The outfit he was wearing was a one-piece suit more like a pair of coveralls but the difference was that the crotch was slit from the front to the back. Just like the female slaves, he sat with his legs spread, but he did not wear any underpants so at times his privates were exposed depending on the way he moved.

After a while Bryan excused himself to use the washroom. That was when Allison took the opportunity to ask Alicia about Bryan.

"Why doesn't he wear any underwear?"

"Because when I get assigned to a master or mistress, they will fit me with a metal cage that will attach snugly around my male equipment." Bryan said overhearing Allison's question as he was returning from the washroom.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." Allison stammered. She felt embarrassed that Bryan overheard her.

"That's okay. I'll explain how they humiliate a male slave." Bryan said as he sat back down.

"When I'm not erect, they will put a metal cage around my penis and testicles, connected by a metal band to my waist and locked at my back." Bryan said.

"Ouch. That must hurt when you get aroused. What do you do when you have to pee?" Allison asked. She had to chuckle to herself. Who would have imagined that she would be having a conversation like this.

"The way they construct the cage there is a small opening where the head of my penis fits into. When I have to pee, I sit on the toilet like a woman. Yes it does hurt when I have the urge to get an erection. However, again the way they make this cage, it is impossible for my penis to get erect while wearing it." Bryan explained.

"Why do they do it to you then? Is it just to humiliate you?" Allison asked.

"It has a double purpose. Yes it is humiliating. The main reason is, if I can't get it up, I can't play with myself and in turn I can't ejaculate. When a male slave gets the urge to jerk off it can be pretty powerful at times. This safeguards for the masters that the slave will have an erection when they want a performance from you." Bryan said.

Just like Rachael had said, a light lunch was served. The three of them got even better acquainted with each other. With their help Allison got a better knowledge about the slave auction that Rachael mentioned.

"That is really your first taste of being a slave. The auction is the place where they assign you your Master. It starts at seven o'clock, but we are to be at the auditorium by five thirty." Bryan said.

"The next part is demeaning, but only the beginning of what we are going to go through for the next couple of weeks." Alicia said.

"What is that?" Allison asked.

"We are on inspection for whoever wants to can examine us."

After talking for a while the three of them agreed that it would be good to grab a nap before tonight.

 

 

 

After Alicia and Bryan and Allison had an afternoon nap, they made their way over to the auditorium. It seemed slaves that had been here before were all greeting each other as they meet. Allison was thankful to her two roommates because at times she was totally lost

as of what was happening, but one of them was always there to help.

"This is not a Sunday social. Get in line and strip." Slave Don said to the three of them. Don was a professional slave and his job was to get these amateur slaves in line so they could be inspected. Of all his duties, this was the job he detested the most. He wished he had the power to chastise anyone that got out of hand. Still, a slave no matter what his position, cannot punish another slave. Most of the time he only had to give an order in his big booming voice to have the slave pay attention.

The three of them stood in line with Bryan on Allison's right and Alicia on her left. The place they assembled was an open-aired room with two long benches. It was behind the auditorium. As each slave removed their scant clothing, they folded them neatly and placed them on the bench behind them. Allison stood in line and she had never in her life been so scared yet at the same time so aroused. Her knees were trembling from fear but her nipples were rock hard and if she squeezed her legs hard enough, she could just about have an orgasm. Looking up and down at the two lines of slaves, she counted about thirty slaves including herself. They ranged in age, she would guess, from about twenty-one to the mid- to- late thirties. There were more women than men but one thing they all had in common, they were good looking and for the most part in good physical shape.

As she glanced down the opposite line, she realized that she knew the stunning blond woman that was at the far end. It was not someone she knew personally, but a movie star or somebody like that. As she tried to concentrate on whom the person was, she tried not to look at her too often. Finally her curiosity got the better of her and in a low voice she asked Alicia if she knew who she was.

Alicia stunned Allison when she said who it was. She was the televison star who played the evil sister on one of those day time soap operas.

"She goes under the name of Tanya." Alicia said.

"Stop talking. Here comes a couple of men." Bryan said as the three of them stood at attention and bowed their heads.

"This one has a good pair of tits."

"Turn around and bend over slave."

"Mm, she's tight."

Allison could not believe what she was hearing, so she took a quick glance to her left and watched as one of the men appraised Alicia while she was bent over with her legs spread. When they were finished with Alicia, she knew it was going to be her turn to be examined. For some perverse reason, which she did not understand, she felt herself anticipating it.

"I think that bitch was ready to come." The taller of the two men said.

"She's healthy." The other said as he smelt his fingers after he removed two of them from Alicia's vagina.

"Clean my fingers." The man said to Allison as he forced the tips of his fingers in her mouth. Closing her eyes, Allison sucked the man's fingers clean of Alicia's womanly juices.

For the next hour the slaves were subjected to the humiliation of fingers probing them. Not only were the slaves forced to endure the groping fingers of the opposite sex but they had to accept the same from their own gender at times. This was all new to her not having any say about what was expected of her in her new role in life for the next two weeks. True to their word Bryan and Alicia kept an eye on her . One of the most embarrassing moments for Allison was when she saw her husband and another man approaching. The man he was with made her experience one of the most humiliating examinations of the afternoon.

"Turn around and bend over." He said.

"Yes Master" Allison said. This was the first time that she had to answer anyone with the proper title. It did send a chill up her back with acting like a slave especially with her husband watching. Turning around so that her back was toward him, she bent over with her hands clasping the calf of her legs.

"Spread the cheeks of your ass with your hands." He said gruffly as he gave her bottom a slap with the palm of his hand.

She knew her face was bright red from the degrading act she was undergoing. As the man removed his finger from her anus, he gave her a slap across the bottom and moved onto the next slave he found that might be of interest. When she stood up and turned around, she spotted Richard a little way down the line. He had his hands cupped around the small breasts of an Oriental woman.

When Richard walked into his bungalow, he noticed a fruit basket sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He was feeling a little hungry considering the last time he ate was a small meal on the plane. Grabbing a bottle of spring water from the fridge and an apple he sat back and relaxed. After reminiscing about the events of the day, he striped himself of his clothes and went into the bedroom to take a nap.

Feeling refreshed after his afternoon siesta. Richard took another shower and went to meet Gordon at the little bar that they had a drink at earlier in the afternoon. Things were busier now than earlier in the day as people were having a drink and getting acquainted with old friends from past trips to The Spa. Richard spotted Gordon standing at the bar by himself nursing a drink.

"Are we ready to check out the merchandise?" Gordon said after Richard had ordered his drink.

The two men strolled down to where they lined up the slaves for whoever wanted to inspect them. As usual he had one hell of an erection as he watched Gordon put a couple of slaves through a humiliating probing with his fingers. He enjoyed letting Gordon show him around. It seemed Gordon had no preference for either women or men as he would examine a male slave or a female.

"I prefer women to men, but I like a change occasionally." Gordon said as he saw Richard give him a strange look.

"Everyone for themselves, but I think I'll stay with women." Richard replied as they continued down the line.

"Now there's a woman I would like to have as a slave. I think I'll go and give her a look over." Gordon said as he reached down and grabbed his crotch.

Richard smiled to himself. The woman Gordon was talking about was Allison. He took a perverse delight in watching Allison being belittled in this style. Getting bored on watching his wife getting inspected. He spotted an Oriental slave that took his fancy and went over to investigate.

CHAPTER 6****

The evening had the air of anticipation in it as the slave auction was to get underway. The slaves were lined up at the back of the stage in alphabetical order. Allison was the third person in line and she was nervous, more nervous than she ever was before in her life. About a quarter to seven, most of the slaves had been inspected and they permitted the slaves to wash and take care of their bodily functions. Just as Allison feared the washrooms were unisex for the slaves, but what made it worst was there was no privacy. The washroom consisted of a row of toilets lined up against the one wall and a few urinals against the other. Not having any other choice, she picked a toilet furthest away from anyone.

"Spread those legs." Don yelled at Allison.

Trying to be inconspicuous as she could, she relieved herself as quickly as possible. She never even considered spreading her legs until Don yelled. With her face turning beat red, she spread them. She wished she could have climbed into a hole or something because anyone that was within earshot when Don yelled at her, turned their heads and looked in her direction. After washing her face and getting a drink of water, she got in line behind Alicia.

The lights went dim and from where Allison stood, she watched as a man walked by her and out onto the stage. The man who walked by her was the master of ceremonies who was a well known television game host. He always enjoyed doing this job and he always tried to get to one of the four sessions. After introducing himself as Charles, he went on to tell a few jokes and to relax the audience.

"I do believe that we have a good crop of slaves this session. Can we have the first slave out here?" Master Charles said after a few minutes once he had the audience warmed up.

The first slave was a male and he was lead onto the stage by a permanent slave on each side of him. Allison was standing so she could make out the slave standing with his one piece of clothing over his right arm and the leash attached to his collar in his left hand.

"What is your name slave?" Charles asked. This was just another way to humble a slave. If Charles wanted to, he could have read the slave's name himself, but slaves saying their name out loud was more humiliating.

"Slave Alex, Master."

" Alex here is thirty-three years old and he comes to us from California." Charles read from a card he held in his hand. Charles walked around the slave as if he was inspecting him and then he stopped in front of Alex. Charles' bent over and lifted the slave's male equipment in his hand. When he did that Allison could hear the crowd begin to laugh and with a couple of wolf whistles to go along with the laughter.

"I have seen horses that weren't this well equipped." Charles joked as he fondled Alex's privates.

"I think Mistress Julie will be quite pleased with this slave." Charles said as he raised his hand and swatted Alex across his bottom for a sign for him to start walking down the runway. When Alex started walking, Allison could see from where she was standing that Charles did not exaggerate on how well he was built.

"Bring on the next slave." Charles said as he turned and gave the signal for the slave to be brought on stage.

Just before Alicia was lead away, she turned to Allison and gave her a kiss on the cheek and taking her hand gave it a quick squeeze.

"Name?" Charles barked as Alicia stood naked on stage.

"Slave Alicia, Master." She said in a loud clear voice.

"This slave is twenty-eight and comes to us from Athens Greece."

"Wow. Look at the set of titties here. Someone is going to have their handful with these." Charles commended as he made Alicia raise her arms over her head. Standing behind her he reached around and played with her breasts.

"Slave Alicia, walk down and meet your mistress for the next two weeks, Mistress Meka." Charles said as he sent Alicia on her way in the same way as the last slave, with a slap on the ass.

When Allison heard her name called out, her first reaction was to run. Yet as the two assistants came to get her, she knew she could not run away and besides where would she go to. Her mind was one jumble of crazy thoughts. She felt ashamed, because deep down she was loving the treatment she had been receiving. Her nipples were hard and her pubic area was moist with her juices. She had even come close to having an orgasm during the inspection period when one man was fingering her. She could have died from embarrassment as he withdrew his fingers from her and made her suck them clean.

"Who do we have here?" Charles asked.

"Slave Allison, Master."

"Speak up slave."

"Slave Allison, Master." Allison said in a louder voice.

"Let's see. We have a southern bell here. The slave is from Alabama and she's twenty-nine years old." Charles read as he walked around Allison with his hand under his chin as if he was in deep thought. Allison stood still with her eyes cast down. She had a strange urge to cry or burst out laughing, she did not know which. The only thing she did know was that her nerves were ready to scream. She just wanted to get off the stage with everybody looking at her.

"I think she's ready." Charles said as he traced the outline of her vagina with his finger then held it to nose. The crowd started laughing when he made a joke about the scent of a woman in heat, which made her want to cry with shame.

"Master Steven will take care of you. Go and meet your Master." Charles said as he gave Allison a slap on her bottom that made her jump. With that the crowd snickered as she sheepishly walked down the runway to the end where a man was standing.

"Get dressed." Steven said in a voice accustomed to giving orders, as he took the leash that Allison was holding in her left hand.

"Yes Master Steven." Allison replied as she kept her eyes cast down and put on her scant clothing. One thing that her roommates told her to do was to always address your superiors with respect, as in yes or no master or mistress.

"They really get pissed off when they do not get the respect due to them." Alicia had said.

She followed Master Steven obediently with him leading her by the leash to where he was sitting. Showing the floor for Allison to sit, he sat next to a beautiful blonde woman as he let her leash go slack in his hands.

One thing that she was glad of was that her Master was a good-looking man. He had the body of an athlete with broad shoulders and a slim waist, and as Allison walked behind him she admired his cute little rear-end. Allison sat and watched as they paired the slaves off to their rightful owners. Partway through the festivities Master Steven asked if she wanted a drink, which she acknowledged with a yes in the proper manner. The waitress brought a fancy tropical drink for her master and the woman he was sitting with and a tall ice cold glass of water for her.

This was all alien to her but she was fascinated with the whole procedure as she watched as a young female slave started crying as she was being lead onto the stage. After a few minutes of discussion among what Allison took as officials, the slave was lead away and replaced with another. She paid close attention as her husband took possession of an Oriental female slave by the name of Thalia. For some reason she felt a pang of jealousy as her husband walked by with his slave following him. A young black male slave by the name of Jason was on stage being examined and when they called out Mistress Ingrid the woman that was sitting with Steven got up to retrieve the slave.

"Come Slave. It's time for dinner." Steven said as he rose and met Ingrid coming back with her slave.

With Steven and Ingrid walking side by side and with their slaves being lead by their leashes a couple of steps behind, they entered the Greek restaurant. Allison did not overly care for Greek cuisine, but she had no choice as a waiter in the garb of the country showed them to a table. The waiter seated Master Steven and Mistress Ingrid so that she and Jason sat opposite to each other. She did not know if she was doing the right thing but once she was seated she spread her legs like a good slave. Her Master said nothing but Steven nodded his head in approval at her. She did not realize how famished she was until she smelt the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Their masters even allowed the slaves a glass of wine. When Allison asked for a second glass later during the meal, Steven flatly rebuffed and told her that he allowed slaves one glass of wine only. During the meal everyone got acquainted with each other as the different courses arrived. Master Steven was from Manchester England, which surprised Allison because she did not detect an accent. Mistress Ingrid lived just outside of Stockholm and Jason, Allison's fellow slave came from Atlanta Georgia.

"If you will excuse me. I have to use the ladies room." Ingrid said. Then turning to Jason, she told him to come with her. When Jason stood up to go with Ingrid, he put his hands over his crotch area to hide the fact that he had an erection. Now she knew what Ingrid was doing with her one hand under the table. What she did not know was why Ingrid wanted Jason to go with her. She felt the need herself to use the facilities, but she did not know the proper way of going about doing it. Should she ask her master if she could go, or just excuse herself and go. When Ingrid and Jason returned and had taken their seats, she thought she would ask.

"Can I go to the washroom, Master?" Allison asked as she felt herself blush. This was the first time she had to ask to go to the bathroom since she was in public school.

"What do you have to do?" Steven replied.

"Pardon?"

"What function do you have to do?" Steven asked.

"I have to . . . pee." Allison said in a voice that was just above a whisper.

"You can wait awhile and think about having not addressed me in the proper manner." Steven said.

"As you were saying before the slave so rudely interrupted us?" Steven said to Ingrid.

"I haven't been back here for about two years. My husband and I decided to start a family. So we have been raising our daughter." Ingrid said as her hand once again found its way over to Jason's lap.

"I'm thinking of going over to the bar for a drink, and listen to the music. Would you care to join me?" Steven said as Ingrid and he lingered over an after dinner liqueur.

"Thank you for the offer. Maybe another night. I want to see how this slave can perform." Ingrid replied. The four of them were standing outside the restaurant and Steven and Ingrid was saying their goodbyes.

"Do you mind if I take a closer look at your slave?" Steven asked.

"Drop your pants and let Master Steven inspect you." Ingrid ordered Jason.

"He's hung pretty well. I would cage him if I were you, he looks like the type who likes to play with himself." Steven said as he wiped his hands on Allison's dress after handling Jason's privates.

Allison was wondering when Steven was going to give her permission to use the washroom. It had been a good fifteen to twenty minutes since she asked him. She did not want to ask him again in case he was still cross with her about not calling him master. But if she did not go soon, she was going to wet herself. She hated to do it but she was going to have to ask him.

"Master Steven."

"Yes."

"Master Steven, can I go to the washroom? I have to go pee really bad." Allison said in a pleading voice.

"I see your manners have improved. Yes you can go. When you're finished, I'll be at the bar." Steven said as he pointed out the bar to her.

"Thank you, Master Steven." She said as she bowed her head. She had spotted the washrooms when they had left the restaurant and now with getting permission to go, she did not waste any time in getting there. The sign on the door said 'Slaves' so she knew what to expect went she entered.

As she walked over to the bar to join Master Steven, she kept her head down as not to draw attention to herself. The bar was decorated in the style of early Mexican and as she lifted her head, she spotted her master sitting at a small table by himself.

"You feel better?" Steven asked as Allison stood by the table.

"Yes Master." She replied as she waited for him to give her permission to sit.

"You can have a seat." Steven said.

"Thank you, Master."

"Would you care for a drink?" Steven asked.

The two of them sat in silence and listened to the sound of the night. There was something soothing about sitting with a drink although it was only water, which made Allison almost forget who and where she was.

"Do you dance?" Steven asked. This was the first time he talked to her since he told her to sit at the table with him and she jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. She had been listening to the slow beat of the song the band was playing.

"Come on let's dance." Steven said as he escorted her onto the small dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her body so that her body was pressed tightly against his and as they danced, Allison could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her body. She choked back a sob of surprise as she felt Steven lift the back of her short dress and slide his hands into her panties and cup the cheeks of her bottom.

"Come, it's time that we should go home." Steven said after the song they were dancing to was over. As she looked up into his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

CHAPTER 7****

After receiving their slaves, Richard and Gordon and their slaves went to dinner. The men decided on steak and seafood. The food was without a doubt beyond description and as the chef pampered them with delicacies of the sea, the men planned to play a round of golf in the morning. While relaxing with an after dinner brandy, the topic of slaves came up.

"Well Richard, what do you think of your slave?" Gordon asked.

"It's hard to tell. I'll let you know in the morning. How do you like your slave?" Richard asked as he looked at his slave.

"Not too shabby. Stand up." Gordon ordered his slave.

"Yes Master." Diana replied as she stood by the table with her eyes cast down. She was thirty-one with blonde hair that was cut short and a face that was well known in the cosmetic industry. Standing five-foot-eight and a shapely body to go along with her height, she made a striking figure. She was one of the highest paid models in New York and this was her way of escaping. Being a slave was something she would never think of doing outside in the real world but two weeks each year at The Spa was something she needed.

"Stand." Richard ordered his slave.

"Yes Master Richard." Thalia said. Both she and Diana were seasoned slaves having been at The Spa a few times before. While Thalia stood the men discussed her in the same degrading manner as Diana.

"Do you know what I like about her?" Richard said.

"I could think of a few things. I'm sorry. Go ahead and tell me." Gordon replied while he looked over at his slave as she was going to sit back down.

"Who told you that you could sit." Gordon scolded Diana.

"I'm sorry Master." Diana replied in a subdued voice.

"I see that you need to get back into thinking like a slave. I'll refresh your memory later tonight." Gordon said.

"I'm sorry Richard. Go ahead with what you were saying."

"I like her small breasts. They're just the right size to match her height." Richard said as he scanned her five foot frame and her long jet black hair. Richard had wondered what it would be like to experience an oriental woman.

"If you don't have any objections, maybe we can swap slaves for a night during our vacation. I would like to see what your slave is like." Gordon said as he looked Thalia up and down.

"It might be interesting." Richard replied.

"I don't know about you, but I think I'll take my leave and see you tomorrow morning." Gordon said as he got up to leave.

"Are you going to punish me, Master?" Thalia asked while Richard was leading her by the leash as they walked back to his bungalow.

"Do you think you need punishing?" Richard replied with a question. This was all new to him but one thing he knew for sure was that he had an erection for most of the afternoon and that Thalia was going to give him the relief he needed.

"Oh yes Master. I've been a naughty girl and you should spank me." Thalia said in a little girl's voice.

"You can tell me later why I should spank you. However, if you need to be disciplined, you'll get it." Richard replied in a stern voice. He had never really spanked anyone before, unless he was fooling around with Allison.

"Yes Master." Thalia said as she concealed a smile while she obediently followed her Master.

"Strip." Richard ordered as he stood in the middle of his room with his arms folded over his chest.

"Yes Master." Thalia replied.

After she had stripped, Richard left her standing while he went and returned with one of the paddles he spotted in the chest that was in the bedroom.

"Bend over my knee." Richard commanded once he had made himself comfortable in one of the cushioned chairs.

"Are you going to punish me, Master?" Thalia said after positioning herself across his lap.

"It's no concern of yours if I do or don't." Richard said while he ran his hands over her nice rounded bottom. Before she could prepare herself for the spanking, Richard brought the paddle down hard on her bottom. Just as she cried out, Richard had connected with another blow to her bottom. She put up quite a fight, but with Richard holding her hands in the small of her back, she had no other choice but submit to the spanking. He had never hit a person like that; he did not know what got into him but he was enjoying himself as be kept on spanking her until she stopped wriggling and his arm got sore.

"What can I do for my Master?" Thalia said between sobs as she rubbed her sore bottom while laying on the floor at Richards feet.

"On your hand's and knees and turn around." Richard ordered her in a firm voice.

Kicking off his shoes and stripping the rest of his clothes off, Richard sat back in the chair and wrapped his hand around his erection. While he played with his penis, he ordered Thalia to wriggle her well spanked behind. As she did, he admired the paddle marks' on it. Kneeling behind her Richard moaned as he roughly shoved his erect penis into Thalia's moist vagina. He knew that his orgasm was close at hand as his penis repeatedly battered her moist vagina.

"Oh yes Master. Fuck me. Fuck me." Thalia cried as her orgasm peaked.

Richard felt the heat that came off her bottom as his penis entered. As his passion built, he pushed one last time and leaned over her and squeezed her tiny breasts in his hands as he spewed his seed into her. They stayed in that position until Richard felt his penis begin to return to normal. Rolling off Thalia, he lay on his back and watched as she cleaned his slowly his penis of their mingled juices with her mouth.

He had only been a master a short time but he liked it. The thoughts going through his head made his penis begin to stir again.

"Keep sucking." Richard ordered as Thalia stopped.

"Yes Mast." She began to say before Richard gently but firmly thrust her mouth back onto his penis.

"Let's see what we have? Strip." Steven ordered Allison once they were in his place.

"Yes Master." Allison replied while slipping the dress off her shoulders and bending over and folding it neatly. Slipping off her sandals, she then removed her panties and laid them with the dress on the chair. With her heart beating wildly, she stood in the proper style of a slave with her eyes cast down and her hands folder in front of her as she waited for what her Master wanted of her.

"Keep your head up and push your chest out." Steven said.

"Yes Master."

"A little small in the tit department." Steven commented.

He offended her with that remark. Her breasts were one of her best features. She did not say anything as Steven took them in his hands and fondled them.

"Bend over and grab your ankles."

"Yes Master." Allison replied. Spreading her legs apart, she bent over and grasped her ankles. With her hair in her eyes, she followed the movement of her Master through the vee of her legs.

"You need to lose a few pounds back here." Richard commented as he ran his hands over her behind.

She knew she needed to lose a few pounds, which was something she was going to do later this winter. She was not paying attention to what Steven was doing until she felt his hand land a hard swat on her bottom.

"Ouch!" Allison groaned out loud.

"You say something, Slave."

"No Master."

"Bend over in front of me." Steven ordered while he sat on the couch and leaned forward.

"Yes Master." Allison complied as again she spread her legs and grasp her ankle's.

"We must have been thinking naughty thoughts." Steven said as two of his fingers entered her wet vagina.

She did not answer him as he continuously kept his fingers traveling in and out of her love cove. If he kept this up, she was going to lose control and orgasm all over his hand.

"Don't even think it, slave?" Steven said. He knew she was getting close to getting off, but he was going to deny her it. Removing his fingers from their location, he ran them down the crevice of her bottom.

"Spread your cheeks." Steven ordered.

"Yes Master." She replied. Moving her hands from her ankles, she complied with his wishes. Holding her breath, she felt the pressure of a moist finger slowly entering her rectum.

"Loosen up." Steven said as he forced his finger a little further up the dark passage.

" Please stop Master. It hurts." Allison begged. It really did not hurt that much, actually it felt rather good. What she was afraid of was accidently making an embarrassing noise.

"Hush. You'll be taking something a lot bigger then my finger up there." Steven remarked as he removed his finger.

Once he had finished probing her, he had her remove his clothes and fold them neatly.

Steven was standing in his underwear with his hands on his waist, looking down on Allison. With her kneeling on the floor, she reached up to remove her Master's last piece of clothing. Pulling down his underwear over his hips she could see that he had an erection as it sprang free from the confinement of the underwear. She had seen plenty of cocks before. She would think it was about the same size as Richard's about seven inches.

"Sit on the couch beside me." Steven said.

"Yes Master." Allison replied.

Without saying a word, Steven forced her legs apart once she got off the floor and sat next to him. She did not know if he wanted her do anything as he leaned down and took a sensitive nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it as his hand caressed the rest of the breast. Reaching awkwardly with her left hand, she started to stroke his rock hard penis with her hand.

"I want to watch as you play with yourself." Steven whispered in her ear after sucking on each breast. Taking her hand off his cock, he placed it on her sex and watched as she timidly started to stroke her clit.

Arranging his body so that one arm went behind her neck, he could pull on the nipples of the one breast with his two fingers. His other hand could do the same on her other nipple when his arm crossed his body.

"Slip lower. Finger fuck yourself." Steven ordered.

With her slipping lower on the couch, her breast's were pulled taut as Steven kept a firm hold on her sensitive nipples. When she eased two fingers' up her wet vagina, she let out a long lustful moan.

"Are you going to come?" Steven asked in a low voice as he nibbled on her ear lob.

"Yes . . . Oh God . . . Yes, Yes." Allison moaned as her fingers' moved faster in and out of her pussy, while her other hand was feverishly rubbing her clit. Allison never in her life had ever masturbated in front of another person. That was something you did in private. Yet for some reason ever since she had become a slave, a change had come over her that she could not believe. Not only was she doing things that she would not have done elsewhere, but she was enjoying them.

"You never asked permission if you could come. You're a naughty slave, I'm going to have to punish you for that." Steven said after he had watched her bring herself to a nerve-racking orgasm.

"I'm sorry Master." Allison sobbed when she removed her fingers and let herself come back down to earth.

"It's kind of late to apologize." Steven said after he had forced her off the couch and back on the carpet and took a step forward so that his penis was leveled with her face.

Allison did not need to be told what to do. As she went to take Steven's penis in her hands, he grabbed her hands.

"Use only your mouth." Steven said after he had taken her two hands in his.

"Yes Master." Allison replied as she crouched on the floor.

"Stay!" Steven ordered as he let go of her hands and walked into a room that was off to Allison's right.

He was gone only a minute, but upon returning Allison shuddered when she saw what he had in his hands. Dangling from his hand were two pairs of handcuffs. Steven fastened her hands behind her back and the other set of cuffs were secured around her ankles, connecting the two sets of cuffs there was a chain.

Steven pulled on the back of her hair so that it tilted her head upwards and he was looking into her hazel blue eyes.

"Open wide." Steven commanded as he stepped forward and directed the tip of his penis in her wide-open mouth.

Oral sex was not new to her as she applied her talents on pleasing her Master with her mouth. Allison never thought that being at the mercy of someone could be so inconceivably stimulating. Standing with his legs spread and his hands on his waist, he watched as she sucked him off. Every so often he would grab the back of her head and force her to take his penis in her mouth a little further.

She knew he was getting close to coming as she tasted the salty flavor of his arousal and she renewed her efforts to please him. With her saliva coating his penis, she could take all of him at once. She was hoping that he would orgasm soon, her jaw was beginning to hurt from having to keep it open so wide to adapt to his organ.

The first volley of his arousal hit the back of her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly. A feeling of contentment washed over her as she willingly accepted the rest of her Master's seed. She breathed through her nose while he pressed her head against his body while his penis slowly shrunk in size. Removing his penis from her mouth, he took her face in his hand and looked at the mess that it was in.

"A little sloppy." Steven said. With his finger he cleaned his spent sperm and her saliva that had seeped from her mouth and had dribbled down her chin off her face.

"I'm sor . . . " Allison started to say before Steven held his finger up to Allison's mouth for her to clean off. She knew what was expected of her without him saying anything. As she licked his fingers, for some reason this whole degrading act was making her horny. He had just removed his fingers from her mouth when there was a knock on the door.

She stole a look at who was at the door from her subdued position on the floor. Looking up with her downcast eyes she saw that it was Peter, this was the man who made her strip when they first arrived.

"Come in Peter. Can I get you a drink?" Steven asked as he ushered his guest in. It seemed it did not matter to Steven that he was still in the nude.

"No thank you. Steven. I just dropped by to see how you were making out with the new slave." Peter replied.

"She's learning." Steven said as he stroked Allison's hair and forced her head against his thigh.

"I see you already had to discipline her." Peter remarked as he could not help but notice the shackles on her.

She figured that Steven would get spoken to about the way he was treating her. She was not prepared for what happened next.

"No. I made her perform oral sex on me. She has quite a talent for sucking cock. She's one of the best I had." Steven replied as his fingers twinned themselves in her hair.

She could not believe that the two men were openly talking about that in front of her. She went beet red from embarrassment when Steven ask Peter if he wanted to sample her talents. Thank God he declined.

"I was just going to string her up and give her a good spanking. You're quite welcome to stay and watch? That's if you care?" Steven asked while he patted her head as if she was a dog.

"If you don't mind. I think I will. It's always a thrill watching a newcomer getting strung up. What kind of strap are you going to use?" Peter replied as he made himself comfortable in a chair next to Allison.

"I was thinking of using a light wooden paddle." Steven replied.

"Slave, has anyone punished you in this style?" Peter asked.

"No Master." Allison replied. She thought she should use the word master for Peter. She did not know the proper form of respect to use. But one thing she did learn so far with her short time here at The Spa was that she was only a slave and no matter how amount of pleading she did the masters would do as they pleased. She knew she was going to get spanked. By showing respect, she hoped the spanking would not be too severe.

"A wise choice on the right instrument for the spanking." Peter said to Steven. He sat and watched as Steven unlocked Allison's restraints and helped her to her feet. Again he handcuffed her, but this time with her hands over her head. Steven fastened the handcuffs it to an eye-hook that was bolted to the ceiling.

Standing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched above her head, she followed Steven with her eyes as he went over to the bar and poured himself a drink. From somewhere in the complex, she heard a cry coming from a male elsewhere in the complex.

"Sounds as if someone else is getting punished." Steven said as he leisurely sipped his drink and carried on a conversation with Peter.

Allison braced herself as Steven finally walked over to her. He had left her hanging there for a good half hour and she was feeling the strain of it. Every so often she heard the same man cry out in pain or in ecstasy.

"Kiss it." Steven ordered her when he held the paddle up to her lips.

"Please Master, have pity on me." Allison pleaded with Steven. After kissing the paddle he never said anything as he walked behind her. She closed her eyes knowing what to expect. The first stroke jolted her but it did not hurt like she thought it would. The next six strokes were of the same intensity. If the rest of the spanking would be like this there was no need of being nervous. She was ashamed to admit it but she was getting turned on.

"You enjoying this slave?" Steven said, pulling her hair so that she was looking up at the ceiling as he spoke into her ear.

"No Master."

"We'll see." Steven replied as he continued to administer the paddle to her bottom.

She could not tell when the paddling she was receiving turned from being pleasant to hurting. Maybe it was after a dozen strokes, she did not know. However, her bottom felt as if it was on fire and as he applied each additional stoke she cried out. Steven was a master with the paddle, he time each stroke just when Allison unclinched her buttocks so she would get the full effect of the paddle.

"Are we still enjoying ourselves?" Steven asked as he stopped his spanking of her.

"Please Master. Stop. Ohhhh please." Allison begged as tears ran down her face.

"How would you like to be kept tied up for the rest of the night?" Steven teased.

"Oh please Master. No. I'll do anything for you. Let me suck you off again. Oh Master, Please don't keep me like this." She cried. With tears streaming down her face, Steven took pity on her and released her from her bonds.

Steven surprised her when he lowered himself to the floor and unhooked her restraints and than kissed her passionately on the lips. After breaking off the kiss he gently laid her down on her back and crawled between her outstretched legs. She turned her head to see what Peter was doing and noticed that he had left sometime during her punishment. Steven was a connoisseur at oral sex. As his tongue circled her clit, he gently inserted his middle into her wet vagina. As he brought her to new peaks of sexuality, she closed her eyes and raised her hips to meet his talented tongue and finger.

"I'm going to come." Allison moaned while Steven was softly sucking on her sensitive clit.

"No your not." Steven said as he stopped what he was doing. "I forbid it. I want you aroused at all times."

Steven positioned himself between Allison's legs and entered her gently with his penis.

Wrapping her legs around him, she bit back the urge to let herself have an orgasm. Letting herself come would be so easy. But her Master denied her to have one until he gave her permission.

He picked up his pace in his love making and she knew he was going to ejaculate as he hugged her a little tighter. With her whispering little love words in his ear, she felt him go rigid as he erupted inside her.

Afterwards, he allowed her to relax in the whirlpool bath with him. The warm water helped her painful bottom and aching body. Steven eased up on his superiority over her a little by allowing her to have a drink with him as both relaxed in the whirlpool.

"You'll sleep here tonight with me." He told her as she was toweling him off.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. Steven was a strange man she was thinking. At times he treated her as almost an equal as when he had made love to her. Still, he had denied her an orgasm although she wanted one. When the two of them were in the whirlpool, he made her slide over one of the water jets that was aimed at her sex. It seemed he took a perverse pleasure in watching her squirm in anguish about not being allowed to have an orgasm.

"Do you have to go to the washroom before going to bed?" Steven asked when Allison was drying herself off with his discarded towel.

"Not right now Master." She replied.

"You better go now. You'll be chained to your bed tonight. We would not like you to have an accident. Would we?" Steven remarked

"You don't have to tie me up Master. I won't run away."

"Oh. I'm not worried about you running. I don't want you playing with yourself after I have gone to sleep. If I remember correctly, you were begging me to let you come." Steven said.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. She knew she was beat as she went and sat on the toilet. She would never get used to doing this in the presence of another person. Glancing up at Steven who was standing by the doorway watching her as she was relieving herself.

Laying in bed on her back after Steven handcuffed her hands to the bed posts, she thought back on the day she had. Steven knew want she was going to do. When he denied her the pleasure of having an orgasm, she had it in the back of her mind to release the need herself later. She was a little uncomfortable but she knew she would not have a hard time going to sleep. The last thought she had before sleep overtook her was how Richard was doing.

CHAPTER 8****

Richard awoke with the warmth of a beautiful tropical morning flooding through the open window. With his eyes still closed, he took a deep breath and smelt the aroma of fresh brewed coffee. He basked in contentment of knowing that he was on vacation before opening his eye's.

"Is my Master awake?" Thalia said while she sat on the floor and watched Richard.

"What time is it?" He asked after he finished stretching.

"Seven o'clock Master." Thalia replied.

"Is that coffee I smell?" Richard asked as he swung his feet onto the floor.

"Yes Master."

"Get me a cup while I go to the bathroom." Richard said as he went into the washroom.

Richard was not paying attention while he was standing at the toilet with his penis in his hand when Thalia walked up to him.

"Here let me do that for you. Master. " She said as she calmly took his penis in her hand and aimed it into the toilet bowl. She liked this Master. She was hoping that he was not like some of the other masters she had who were afraid to show their forcefulness. So far Master Richard had dominated her the way she like it.

When Richard got over the shock of someone holding his cock while he peed, he followed Thalia out into the living room where she had his coffee waiting for him on the coffee table.

"I don't know what you like in your coffee, Master?" She said after he sat on the couch and her on the floor.

"One sugar and cream." Richard replied.

Sitting back and sipping his coffee, he felt himself begin to get aroused as he looked at Thalia.

"Masturbate for me." Richard ordered while he took his semi hard erection in his hand and started stroking it.

"Yes Master." Thalia said. Sticking two of her fingers in her mouth to get them moist she then ran them over her vulva as she spread her legs.

The last thing on Richard's mind was his golf game with Roger. He kept stroking himself as he told Thalia to get into different positions. With him coming three times the night before, he had a harder time than usual obtaining an erection. Sitting his emptied coffee cup on the end-table, he stood and walked over to Thalia who was laying on the floor.

"Ram that finger up your ass." Richard directed Thalia while he jerked his penis over her face. Whatever got into him he did not know. He never did this kind of stuff with Allison. Yet ever since he had been here at The Spa, he had been hornier and kinkier then ever. He was going to take advantage of it as he felt himself ready to come. He was thinking how good that felt as he watched his come hit Thalia in the face.

"Can I come, Master?" Thalia begged as the last of his come landed on her.

"Clean yourself up first, with your finger." Richard said as he leaned down and stuck the come splattered palm of his hand to her lips.

"Thank you, Master." Thalia said as she started to lick his palm.

"I'll be taking a bath. When you're finished, you can help with it." Richard said while he watched her clean his sperm from her face with her finger. Last night he had been pretty lenient with her. Allowing her to come anytime she wanted. Well today is going to be different, she'll have to do a little more begging than last night.

"What will you do when I'm playing golf?" Richard asked as Thalia washed his back.

"There's all kind of things for us slaves to do. However, most of all we'll be waiting for our Master's command." She replied as she continued bathing him.

Allison was still shackled to the bed as she listened to Steven taking his shower. She was hoping that he would finish soon so that he could free her. As she lay in bed, she was thinking of how yesterday seemed as if it was a dream. The reservation she had on becoming a slave was not near as bad as she feared.

"Maybe he might make love to me this morning." Allison was thinking. She was aroused when she went to bed last night. One orgasm was never enough for her and this morning her state of arousal was worst as she squeezed her legs together. With her mind thinking wicked thoughts, it would not take much for her to orgasm.

"It looks as if my little slave is aroused." Steven whispered in her ear. Allison screamed when he did that. She must have dozed off and never heard Steven enter the room.

After unlocking her handcuff, she followed him as he entered the bathroom. She had just about got over her disgust of doing her personal business in front of other people, she figured if they got off on watching a person pee, so be it. Upon entering the bathroom, it surprised her that there were two other people in the room.

"This is Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol. There here to give you your morning enema." Steven said.

Doctor Redfield stood a little on the short side, standing about five foot five and was in his late forties with the first signs of gray creeping into his hair. His counterpart, Nurse Carol was about forty with shoulder length auburn hair and standing close to six feet.

Something that Allison noticed about herself was that she had been paying closer attention on how physically fit a person was. She could tell these two people looked after their selves, also they carried a look of authority about them.

Allison did not know what to do. She looked at Steven with pleading eyes. It was one thing for people watching you as you relieved yourself, but this was totally different. She did not say anything as she went to slip past Steven who was standing by the door.

"No, you don't" Steven said as he caught her in his arms as she tried to wriggle past him.

"Please Master." Allison moaned.

"If you cooperate. It will be easier on you." Nurse Carol said as she grabbed Allison's legs. Nurse Carol and Doctor Redfield had been with The Spa since it started. Neither one of them would think of missing a session. Both had their own special reasons for being here. It definitely was not for money as both donated their time.

Carol was used to handling rebellious slaves. While they laid her on the rubber mat on the floor, Steven held down her shoulders while Carol stood over her and forced her legs over her head so that it raised her bottom a little. She screamed and begged to be let go to no avail. She watched in terror as Doc Redfield slipped on a pair of plastic gloves and then took a tube of something from his medicine bag. Allison did not have to guess what was going to happen next. With her eyes shut tight, she felt the ointment being spread around the entrance of her anus and then a finger with the ointment on it being forced up her bottom. After he removed the finger, Doc Redfied inserted another object. Then the most awful feeling came over her as the solution from the enema entered her. With never having an enema, she did not know what to expect.

"This is enough for now." Doc Redfield said as he felt Allison's abdomen with his hand.

After a short time, which felt a lot longer for her, the doctor removed the hose from her anus. She had thought that she had been through enough humiliation, but she was not prepared for the three of them watching her as she sat on the toilet expelling her waste.

She was thinking how humiliating this was, this has to be the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her. As she looked up into her masters eyes after she wiped her bottom, he gave her a nod of approval and continued his conversation with Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol. After the doctor and the nurse had left, Steven permitted her to have a coffee with him before she went to her exercises.

"You will be taking exercises while you're here." Steven explained.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. With her sitting across from Steven, he could see her crotch as she sat with her legs spread. She smiled to herself as she looked and seen the effect she had on him. Without any embarrassment he adjusted the erection he had as he stood up.

"I'll show you where the gym is. I want to see some other guests that I know." Steven said.

Steven surprised Allison when he did not put her lease on her. He explained that wearing a lease was only for show and he did not always use one on his slaves. So with her following a few steps behind him, he escorted her to the gym that was in the general area as the restaurants.

It took her a few moments to adjust the dimness of the gym as she stepped out of the morning sunshine of the tropics. Looking about, she saw Alicia standing by herself.

Walking over and greeting her, the two women stood and chatted a few minutes until Allison motioned to Alicia for them to have a seat so that they would not have to stand while they talked.

"No thank you. You go ahead and sit." Alicia said as she rubbed her bottom.

"Why?" Allison asked.

"Mistress Meka is an excellent mistress, but she loves that strap." Alicia said with a weak smile.

"I know the feeling. I got it last night, also" Allison replied. For some reason this sounded funny, having a conversation like this. The two women stated to snicker as they meet each others eyes.

"What I found that I hated the most was Master Steven had that Doc Redfield and the nurse what's her name, give me an enema. I'm going to make a complaint about that." Allison continued to say once she could talk without laughing.

"If I were you, I won't complain. All the slaves here have had their morning enema." Alicia said.

"All of them, even you?" Allison asked.

"Yes even me. While we're doing our morning exercises, the other slaves are getting their morning enemas. You see the doctor and nurse are here for the protection of us slaves. While they're doing that dastardly deed of cleaning us out, they're checking on our well being. They want to make sure that our masters or mistresses don't get carried away with punishing us." Alicia said.

"So even if I did complain it would not stop me from getting a morning enema." Allison asked.

"No, it wouldn't. It might even make it rougher on you." Alicia said.

"What do you mean, that by complaining that it might be rougher on me?" Allison asked.

"I know with me, if Mistress Mika found out that I complained about her treatment of me. Let's just say that she would get her revenge on me." Alicia said. About than she turned to watch a middle age man walk into the gym.

"Okay slaves line up single file." Tim Jansen the fitness instructor ordered. Tim was another professional person. He was a physical fitness trainer for a major baseball team and he took the winter session of the winter exercise classes.

"My name is Master Tim, and don't forget it. Now, everyone strip down to your underwear." Tim ordered.

"Master Tim."

"Yes"

"Master Tim my Master took my underwear. I'm not wearing any." Tanya said. She was the same blond that Allison had seen yesterday.

"Well, well, I guess you'll have to do our exercise in the nude. Strip!" Tim ordered. " I want everyone to pick a partner. Some of these exercises will require pairs." Tim said as he walked up and down the line of slaves while all of them stood in their underwear but for Tanya.

For the next half hour, Tim put the six female and four male slaves through their morning exercises. At one point Allison thought she was going to drop from exhaustion but she managed to continue until Tim called a ten minute rest break. The next half hour was just as grueling and when Master Tim told everyone to run two laps of the track, you could hear the groans coming from the slaves.

"Okay slaves, that's it. Be here tomorrow at the same time." Tim said. This was one job he enjoyed as he watched the slaves get dress. He spotted one or two male slaves that he took a fancy to. By the end of this two-week session, he knew he would get to sample some of them.

"Wow. I don't know if I'm more hungry or in need of a shower." Alicia said while she slipped her dress over her head.

" I know what I want. A shower." Allison replied as she wiped the sweat from under her breasts with her dress before she put it on.

"Well why not go back to our place and get human, then go out for breakfast." Alicia said.

"Sounds good to me. Let's go." Allison said.

Standing under the shower, Allison never thought water could feel so good. After scrubbing the grime from her body, she washed and rinsed her hair after which she took care on applying her makeup. Allison was sitting and looking through a magazine when Alicia walked out of her room. She had forgotten how aroused she was when she awoke this morning until she saw Alicia walk out to meet her. The chemistry must have been the same with Alicia because both women stopped and looked at each other with longing in their eyes.

"Are we ready . . . I could eat a horse?" Allison stammered.

"Yes. Let's go." Alicia said.

On the way over Alicia explained about the eatery that the slaves used. Allison was just barely paying attention to what Alicia was saying. She was still confused with the sexual feelings for Alicia that was going through her mind. She did have a couple of sexual experiences with another woman, but that was a long time ago and she thought she was over those feelings.

The restaurant for the slaves was of the same high quality food as the regular restaurants, the only thing missing was the fancy decor. A few of the slaves that they had their exercises with were also there and the two women acknowledge their fellow slaves. Another thing about the restaurant was that it was ala carte. As Alicia commented with a chuckle 'You can't have people waiting on slaves. It just isn't right.' With that statement both women looked at each other and broke up laughing. Allison laughed so hard that her sides hurt. After both woman finally stopped laughing, they got a food tray and got in line to see what there was to eat. By the smell of the food, they knew that they would not be disappointed with the buffet.

The women were relaxing over a second cup of coffee when Allison received her first jolts that came from her collar.

"It looks like your master is summoning you." Alicia said as she watched Allison look around the restaurant.

"Yes. Can you tell me where the computer terminal is?" Allison asked as she was getting up from the table.

"In the far corner. By the washroom." Alicia pointed Allison in the right direction.

Stepping up to one of the three terminals, Allison entered the proper response.

SLAVE ALLISON

After a few seconds the reply appeared on the screen.

MEET ME AT BEAUTY SALOON

When she arrived back at the table, Allison told Alicia what Steven wanted before she left.

"If your master gets finished with you early enough I'll be at the pool if you want to join me." Alicia said with a smile on her face.

"Did you have a good day so far?" Steven said when Allison arrived.

"Yes Master."

"You need a hair cut. Follow me." Steven ordered. With Allison a couple of steps behind, he entered the beauty saloon.

"Good morning Steven. What can I do for you today?" Pierre said in French while he shook Steven's hand. Just like so many of his fellow proprietors who were at The Spa, whenever he could make it to a session, he would donate his services. Pierre ran his own successful hair saloon in Paris France.

Allison's French was not the greatest but she did understand most of the conversation that Steven and Pierre had. One thing she did understand was when Steven ordered a special haircut for his slave. When Allison heard the word special, she cringed. She had only been here a day but she knew already that nothing was done for the slaves benefit.

"When you're finished, I'll be at the Greek restaurant." Steven said as he was leaving.

"Yes Master."

"Strip." Pierre ordered with a smile on his face.

Once she had striped, Pierre told her to sit in the barber's chair after he had laid a towel on it. She was more than embarrassed as Pierre ran his finger along the groove of her sex. With her face turning a couple of shades of red, she was ashamed of herself for being so turned on. Ever since she had arrived at this resort, she was in a consent state of arousal.

"My. You seemed to be a little moist?" Pierre said as he ran his finger under his nose as he breathed deeply before licking his finger.

Allison did not say anything. She knew how aroused she was without anybody telling her.

"Answer me slave."

"Yes Master. I am aroused." Allison replied with the right response. They told her upon entering this complex that a slave was to reply to any of the hired help as Master or Mistress. That included hair stylist or any number of the hired help from a waiter or waitress to a maid or chef.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt the warm shaving cream being spread over her pubic area. Within a matter of minutes Pierre had shaved her pubic area clean of any hair. However, the most humiliating part was yet to come.

"Stand up and bend over. I want to make sure that your bottom is hair free." Pierre ordered.

She could have died when she went to stand. Without knowing it, she had an audience of about four people that had watched as the barber shaved her.

"How spread those ass cheeks with your hands. I don't want to nick you with the razor." Pierre commanded.

Thank God within a few minutes her ordeal was over and he allowed her to get dress.

As she finished dressing and was about to leave she glanced at Pierre as he cleared his throat. With the look in his eyes, she knew what he wanted.

"Thank you Master." Allison said.

"Next." Pierre said as the next person took the seat. " Damn it, I like a will mannered slave." Pierre was thinking as he started on his next customer.

She had had her pubes shaved before but now as she walked to meet her Master, she never felt so sensual in her life.

Taking a quick glance around the restaurant, she spotted Master Steven sitting with two other people. Standing with her eyes cast down she knew in his own good time that her master would recognize her presence.

"Lift your dress and pull down your panties." Steven ordered.

Feeling a little self conscious, she lifted her dress and hooked it at the waist and then bending a little at the waist as she rolled her panties over her hips and down her legs.

"That's far enough." Steven remarked when she had rolled them to around her knees.

Standing with her panties around her knees, Steven ordered her to squat and bend forward as she held onto the table for support. She knew what to expect, but she could not help but jump as her master's fingers ran their way over her clean-shaven area.

"Hm. He did a good job of shaving her. I just might have my slave shaved. That looks kind of cute." Mistress Meka said as she watched Steven examine Allison.

"Here feel for yourself." Steven commented as he lightly patted Allison on the rear for her to move so that her bottom was now facing Meka.

"The shaving must have done something to your slave. She is ready to go off like a rocket." Meka said as her fingers tortured Allison's secret parts with light caresses. After examining Allison to her satisfaction she ordered Allison to kneel in front of her.

"Clean my fingers of your filth." Meka ordered as she held out her fingers for Allison to lick them.

It was not until Allison was meekly making her way out of the restaurant that she spotted her husband and another man sitting watching her. A perverse sensation ran through her body knowing that her husband had witnessed her recent humiliation. On her way to join Alicia the thought ran through her to go back to her room and masturbate. God, she was so fucking horny. Still, she wanted to become a slave and just like everything else she did, she wanted to be the best. She'll just go and join her friend at the pool and relax.

Once Allison had left the restaurant, Steven asked the waiter to bring him a telephone.

"Give me security." Steven asked.

"This is Master Steven and I would like for you to monitor my slaves quarters."

"Slave Allison."

"Yes. Let me know if she attempts anything."

"Thank you." Steven replied as he handed the phone back to the waiter.

"Do you think your slave will be tempted to play with herself?" Meka asked.

"You said yourself she was ready to orgasm when you were feeling her." Steven replied.

 

"Well Richard, how did it go your first night here?" Gordon asked as the men shook hands with each other before teeing off.

"I think I could get used to having a slave. How about yourself?" Richard replied with a chuckle.

"I though Diana was going to fuck me to death. I was thinking, how do you feel on getting our slaves to put on a girl show for us?" Gordon probed.

"A grand idea. Still, I think we should play golf before I change my mind about playing and summon Thalia." Richard said as he took a wood from his golf bag and walked up to the first tee.

The men were glad that they had chosen an early morning round of golf. By the time they had finished both of them were perspiring as they walked off the course.

"How about grabbing something to eat?" Richard asked as the men were showering.

"That sounds like a good idea. Where do you want to eat?" Gordon replied.

"It doesn't matter to me." Richard said.

"Let's try the Spanish restaurant. They put on a good buffet for lunch." Gordon responded.

Once they finished showering and dressing the men leisurely started walking toward the restaurants. On the way Gordon explained that only two restaurants per day put on a lunch buffet.

"At one time all four had a breakfast and lunch spread. They stopped when they found out there was too much waste so the restaurant's cut back to two different restaurants per day looking after breakfast and lunch." Gordon explained as they walked.

Breakfast and lunch was informal but the food was still beyond description as the chefs took pride in every delicacy they made. As the men relaxed with a drink, the conversation was on their recent golf game. They were not paying attention when a woman walked over to their table.

"Good morning. How are the two of you doing?" Meka asked. When she and her two male companions walked in, she had no trouble spotting Richard and Gordon sitting in the far corner.

"Good morning." Richard said in surprise. Gordon followed with the similar reply to Meka and then shaking hands with her and the two men. Richard knew one of the men from yesterday, but not the other. He introduced himself and shook hands with Steven. After talking for a few minutes, Meka's party excused themselves with promises of meeting up together later. When they retired to a table on the other side of the room, Gordon and Richard continued with their earlier conversation.

"There's that slave again. God she's beautiful." Gordon remarked as he looked over at the doorway when Allison timidly walked in looking for her master.

"Yes. She looks good." Richard replied as he casually continuing eating his lunch.

After Allison had left the restaurant, Richard took his leave also. The two men talked for a few minutes about meeting again for dinner with their slaves at eight o'clock. What Richard wanted was to do some investigating on his own. He did not want his slave or anyone around, he just wanted to be by himself. A big worry was lifted from his shoulders, he was worried how Allison was making out. As he made his way to his quarters, he knew his wife was in good hands.

CHAPTER 9****

It surprised Allison the amount of slaves that were around the recreation area. There were slaves swimming in the pool, a pair playing horseshoes and four people at a card table playing some kind of card game. Looking around she spotted Alicia reclining nude in a recliner by the pool.

"Here relax." Alicia said as she sat up when she saw Allison.

"Gee I never thought there would be this many people here." Allison said as she sat in the recliner next to Alicia.

"Where else would we be. We have to do something as we await our masters pleasure. You will find some slaves in the library, but most will be around the pool area." Alicia explained with a hint of a chuckle in her voice.

"I can see we're not supplied swim wear?" Allison remarked as she watched a nude woman drive into the pool.

"If you want, you can wear your underwear. In the past a few slaves have paid dearly with handing in wet underwear to be cleaned. I don't mind my Master chastising me, but it's humiliating to be laid over the lap of the laundress and get paddled." Alicia stated.

"How about the guys, are they nude also?" Allison asked.

"Well, just about. They still wear their restraint around their genitals. The only time those are removed is by their master or mistress." Alicia replied before she was interrupted by a couple of men trying to get her attention who were waist deep in the pool.

"Hey Alicia, how would you and your friend like to join us in a game of water volleyball." One of the men said.

"Shall we.?" Alicia said turning to Allison.

"I got a small problem." Allison whispered to her friend.

"What is it. Is it serious?" Alicia asked with concern for her friend

Allison told her about how her master had her private area shaved. She explained that she was self-conscious about been seen like that. After a little reassuring that nobody really cared, Allison removed her dress and panties and followed Alicia into the pool.

"Hell. By the time two weeks are up, half of us will have our privates shaved." Alicia commented as one of the guys got ready to serve the ball.

Allison could not remember the last time she had so much fun. Lately her only form of entertainment revolved around work. As the afternoon sped by, she found herself laughing and joking with her fellow slaves. It was only after her and Alicia were having a late bite to eat for lunch that Alicia mentioned that they should get some rest.

"All that exercise has tired me out. I need to have a nap, God knows what my mistress has in store for me tonight." Alicia jokingly said as the two women were walking back to their rooms.

Allison stripped off her dirty clothes and curled up on the bed. For a moment she thought of wearing clean clothes to bed but chuckled to herself as she lay on top of the sheets naked. She ran her hands over her body and was tempted to masturbate to relieve some of the sexual frustration she was feeling but decided against it and dozed off to sleep.

"Allison, Allison." Someone was calling her name as if in a dream and gently shaking her.

"Go away. Let me sleep." She replied without opening her eyes.

"Come on. It's time to wake up." The person replied.

"What time is it?" She said after shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. For a moment she did not have a clue where she was or if it was morning or evening until she looked at Alicia who was trying to wake her.

"It's six o'clock. You want to look charming for your master. Don't you?" Alicia replied.

When she finally rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, it surprised her that she had slept for three hours. The first thing she needed was a shower. The hot water revived her and helped to relax her stiff muscles from the workout she had given her body. Next she needed to go to the washroom. Hearing the shower running in Alicia's room, she thought she would run over to the washroom and relieve her need before being detected. Walking into the washroom, she stopped dead in her tracks. She did not expect Bryan to be there. He was not present when Alicia and she had returned to their room and she thought no more of it. Now as she stood in the doorway in the buff, she hesitated for a moment on what to do.

"Hello Bryan. How was your day?" She asked as she walked by him and sat on the toilet reserved for her.

"Oh. I spent most of the day catching up on my reading. It's unbelievable the library they have here." Bryan replied as he continued shaving.

"Getting all cleaned up for tonight are you." Allison asked. She found if she kept talking, her embarrassment did not seem so great.

"Mistress Nicole warned me. If she felt one hair on my face that I would be sorry." Bryan talked on as he inspected his face for any stumble he might have missed.

For the next couple of minutes the two of them carried on conversation with him asking her about if she liked it here and about her master. He had the good grace not to look at her will she was going about her business. With both bidding each other a pleasant evening, Bryan turned and walked out of the room.

Allison looked at Bryan as he was leaving and noticed that his bottom was criss-crossed with the signs of him being spanked, quite hard from the way it looked. 'Did everyone get paddled last night' she was thinking while she made her way to her room to get ready for the evening?

"I'm off. The Bitch has summoned me." Alicia said with a chuckle as she poked her head around the corner of Allison's room.

"You look beautiful." Allison commented.

"I hope Mistress Meka thinks the same. It's going to be a long night."

"Before you go. I got a question?" Allison asked.

"Hurry up and ask. Mistress Meka is not a patient person."

"Do I wait here for my master to call?" Allison explored.

"Yes and be dressed and ready."

"See you tomorrow. Bye." Alicia said as she leaned down and gave Allison a light kiss on the lips.

"Wow." Allison gasped after Alicia had gone.

Allison was reclining and flipping the television channels just to kill time as she waited for her master to summon her. Shortly after Alicia had left, Mistress Nicole had summoned Bryan also. She wondered what Master Steven had planned for her tonight. She was hoping that he would allow her to orgasm more than he did last night. Will he spank me again, it was kind of exciting though it smarted? The vibration of her collar cut her daydreaming short, telling her that her master was beckoning her.

Dinner was intimate with only the two of them dinning at the French restaurant. When Allison broached the subject of where Mistress Ingrid and Slave Jason were, Steven smiled and did not say anything. Allison nodded her head, knowing without anything being said that the question she asked was dumb. Conversation during the meal was awkward as neither party was permitted to ask questions pertaining to the others personal life, unless he or she gave it freely. Allison conducted herself in the proper manner of a slave. When Steven requested her presence going to the mens room, she meekly followed him. As Steven entered the men's washroom, Allison was close on his heels. She did not exactly know what was going to be expected of her until he stepped up to the urinal. No words were exchanged as she knew now what he wanted. Unzipping his fly, she reached in with her right hand and took out his limp penis and aimed it downwards into the urinal. Steven turned his head and commented on the weather to the fellow standing next to him without any regards to her. The only time he talked to her through the whole humiliating procedure was when he was finished and told her to shake his penis a couple of times to get rid of the excise mositure.

Thank God that was the only time that he made her go to the washroom with him. It was another form of embarrassment that both masters and mistresses used on their slaves. Talking with Alicia and Bryan later in the week about this degrading practice, she was informed that this was an honor for most slaves to do for their owners.

 

Richard returned to his quarters about six o'clock and went to his terminal to summon his slave. While he waited for her to show, he went to the bar and poured himself a drink.

Within a few minutes, Richard heard a gentle knocking at his door.

"Enter."

Thalia entered and stood meekly with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her.

"Did you have a nice day slave?" Richard asked.

"Yes Master. Did you also have a nice day Master Richard?" Thalia replied. She did not like the way Richard was acting. Something was wrong.

"You failed to mention that all slaves are required to have a morning enema." Richard stated as he approached her.

"No Master. I didn't forget. I'll start tomorrow. I didn't want to bother you with something that trivial." Thalia replied as Richard walked around back of her.

"What about the morning exercises. Did you forget them also?"

"I'll also will start . . . " Thalia started to say.

"Stop. I don't want to hear any more of your feeble excuses."

"I'm sorry Master." Thalia sobbed. Two things she disliked about The Spa were the dam morning enema's and the exercises. If she could get away from those two things, even for a day, all the better.

"We'll see." Richard replied as he clapped his hands for the signal for the two guards to enter who were standing in the bedroom out of sight, waiting for his signal. During the afternoon Richard had been walking the grounds and observing other masters and their slaves. He had also dropped around to Peter's office to ask a few questions and that was when he found out about the morning programs that his slave just so happened to forget to mention. While he was talking to Peter, a plan was forming in his head on how to punish his slave. That was when he asked Peter about his view on a suitable punishment for his slave.

"I think two or three days in the dungeon is fair for the crime of not informing me about the activities of the resort." Richard enlightened his slave. As the guards started leading her away, she tried pleading with Richard.

"Master Richard. Please just give me another change. I promise to be a good slave." Thalia begged as tears ran down her face. Thalia thought by making a fuss like this Richard would change his mind. In the past when by chance she had a new mistress or master, she just started crying and they would counter act their punishment. However Master Richard did not seem like he was going to so if she could muster up a few tears that might help.

"Get her out of here. She's making me sick." Richard said as he finished his drink off. Actually he was feeling sorry for Thalia. True she did lie to him but he never thought that she would be this remorseful. If he could reverse his actions, he would have. However, he could not back down now, so he did the next best thing.

"You're a good slave. So I'll make it one night in the dungeon for you if you promise to change your ways." Richard said to Thalia as the guards stop at the door.

"Thank you Master. I'll be the best slave you ever had. Thank you." Thalia was babbling as she was being removed from the room.

The two men chose French in the way of dinning as Richard made his way to the restaurant. Upon entering the restaurant, he had spotted Gordon and his slave Diana sitting at a table off to his right as he entered. Not wanting to ask any impolite questions on where Richard's slave was, the three of them ate and the two men talked.

"I sent Thalia to the dungeons." Richard casually said during the meal.

"Problems with her." Gordon replied just as casually.

Richard explained as he continued eating what had transpired about why he sent Thalia to the dungeons.

"Maybe I should send my slave down." Gordon remarked as he reached over and lifted his slaves chin and looked into her eyes. "Tonight if you like we'll share this worthless slave between the two of us." Gordon offered.

"Thank you. That will save me the trouble of having to arrange a slave through Peter." Richard accepted his friend's offer. When Richard was in college, occasionally a friend and he would share a willing date. He felt his cock begin to stiffen with long gone memories of a young woman being fucked by two just as young studs.

Diana continued to eat with her eyes cast down and her legs spread. She felt sorry for her friend Thalia but she had warned her about deceiving her master. You might be able to get away with not mentioning the morning enema or the exercise class, but not both of them. You could plead ignorance about forgetting to mention one of the activities if you were found out. It did not matter that her Master Richard was a new comer to The Spa or not.

She felt her panties begin to dampen with the thoughts of having two handsome men to herself. Thalia had told her about what Master Richard was like and she was looking forward to a kinky night with her two masters. Her imagination ran wild as she had to control herself not to squeeze her thighs together.

 

 

"How often did you come last night?" Steven asked Allison after he had secured her wrists to the bed posts. Upon entering his quarters after the two of them had dined, he ordered Allison to strip and lay on the bed with her arms slightly stretch above her head. After securing her hands above her head to the metal rings screwed into the bed, he disrobed and lay on the bed next to his slave. As he teased her with butterfly kisses to her face and around her neck, his hand traveled across her belly and down to her sex.

"Only once Master." Allison replied to the question as she let out a sigh as he took one of her aroused nipples in her mouth and started sucking on it, while lightly bitting down.

"This is your night. I'm in a generous mood. You can have as many orgasms as you can handle. The only thing I request is that you tell me beforehand and get my permission. Do you understand?" Steven asked while he went back to his suckling on her breasts. Nudging her legs a little wider apart, his fingers enter her hairless wet vagina.

"Master."

"Yes."

"I'm going to come."

"My. So Soon." After giving her permission, Allison bucked and withered as her much needed orgasm washed over her.

"Thank you . . . Master. Oh thank you." Allison gasped while catching her breath. After having but one orgasm last night and walking around most of the day feeling hornier than hell. She needed this.

"You're welcome. My little slave must have appreciated it." Steven replied as he removed his fingers from Allison love cove. Looking at the two moist fingers that he had inside her, he wiped them on the sheet of the bed before he unfastened her hands from above her head. He made his point on who was the master and who was the slave. Without her knowing it, she had become his willing slave by submitting to being tied up and by asking his permission if she could come.

When her hands became free, she moved her head to the right as he was bending over her and took his erection into her mouth. She wanted to please him as he had pleased her.

"Get on your hands and knees." Richard ordered in a voice just above a whisper.

Allison positioned herself as he ordered and held her breath. She thought she knew what he was going to do, at any second she was going to feel her bottom getting spanked. To her surprise and pleasure she felt his moist tongue as he licked the crevice of her behind.

Positioning her with her bottom raised, he spit into his hand and ran it over the head of his penis. The only sound coming from Allison was a low moaning sound of contentment as Steven paid homage to neither region. She felt the bed shift with her master behind her. Now she knew why Steven was licking her back there. She was not going to get a spanking, but something else instead. Closing her eyes, she experienced the head of his penis start to enter her anus. Instead of fighting the intrusion like her body normally did until she got accustomed to the invasion, she relaxed and let her master enter her. She gently pushed her bottom back to meet his thrust.

"Can I come Master?" Allison groaned. She never had two orgasms this close together. The only thing she was aware of was the sensation of Steven's cock as it repeatedly entered her and the slapping sound of their bodies meeting.

"No." Steven moaned. He was close to coming and he wanted to come first. Mauling Allison's breast's in his hands, he ordered Allison to play with herself. One of her hands feverishly rubbed her clit as her master repeatedly drove his penis into her.

"Now. Now." Steven cried as Allison clinched her buttocks to keep his cock deep inside of her and she started to whimper feverishly as her orgasm overtook her.

Disengaging himself, Steven rolled off Allison and lay on his back as his breathing slowly return to normal. Turning on her side, Allison laid her head on his chest while she basked in the glow of her orgasm. Giving her a squeeze, he leaned down and kissed her on her head. Allison cast her eyes down at her lovers slowly shrinking sex organ and reached down and cupped it in her hands.

Steven closed his eyes and waited to see what Allison was going to do. He felt her stir and the bed move under her weight and than he felt her wet mouth on his cock as she slowly cleaned their mixed juices from his penis.

That was enough sex for the time being. True he did promise Allison as many orgasms as she could handle, but the night was young. As the two reclined in the hot tub sipping their drinks, Steven allowed Allison to have a drink. As he said earlier, he was in a generous mood.

"That must be our snack? I have a craving for some finger food tonight." Steven said as they heard a knock from his apartment door.

"Please answer the door." Steven ordered.

"Yes Master." Picking up her discarded dress that was laying on the floor, she stepped into it and answered the door. Upon opening the door, she looked up at the biggest black man she ever say. With him standing a good six foot five, she could tell that he was an athlete.

"Is your master in."

"Yes." Allison replied. She knew after she answered him that she had forgot to say master.

This man was so awesome as he made his way into the room carrying a tray with food on it.

"I thought that was you. You have a new profession . A delivery boy?" Steven asked as he emerged from the bedroom in a pair of shorts.

"Get lost. I was having a drink at the bar and overheard that you had an order of food to be sent to your room, so I volunteered to deliver it." Paul replied as the two men gave each other a friendly embrace and a pat on the back.

"So this is your slave?" Paul remarked as he eyed Allison from head to toe.

"Yes. She's quite good. Take a look for yourself. Strip slave." Steven ordered. "What kind of year do you think you'll have, barring any injuries?" Steven continued to say as Allison slipped off her dress and stood in the proper manner of a slave.

"I hope to take a run at the batting title." Paul commented as he looked Allison over. The two men continued to talk about baseball while Allison stood and listened. What she knew about baseball would not be worth mentioning.

"So where is your slave?" Steven finally asked.

"The doc said she should be up and about tomorrow. She probably ate something that didn't agree with her." Paul said with a chuckle.

"Yes I bet she did." Steven replied with a grin.

She needed no meaning with the sexual overturns why Paul's slave was sick. Allison just about said something when Steven offered Paul her services. She never had anything against black men but her great-grandfather on her father's side was rumored to be a member of the Klu Klux Klan. He would roll over in his grave about what they ordered her to do. Kneeling down, she unhooked Paul's pants and pulled down his zipper and let his pants drop to the floor.

Allison was speechless. She saw plenty of cocks but Paul's was the biggest she ever saw, with it measuring about eleven inches long.

"You don't mind if she gives me head?" Paul asked.

"No. Go ahead. She does have a talent for it. She one of the best I have had." Steven replied.

Paul sat slumped in the chair while Allison took a deep breath and hesitantly started to lick his staff. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Steven walking into the bedroom and emerge again carrying something in his hands. This was the first black man she had sex with and she was concentrating all her efforts on pleasing him. She was thinking how sucking on this monster cock was getting her turned on when she felt Steven spread her legs further apart and run something along the grove of her sex. Taking a quick peak between her legs she glanced as Steven was preparing to enter a dildo into her. Taking Paul's penis out of her mouth, she stroked him with her hand.

"Oh master. Can I come?" Allison cried. For the last few minutes Steven had been tormenting her with the dildo as he fucked her with it.

"Now! Now! You should let our guest come first."

"I...I don't know if I can wait."

"If you don't, it will be the last time I'll let you come." Steven said as he rammed the full eight inches of the slick dildo up Allison's passage.

"Stick my black cock back in your mouth." Paul groaned.

What Allison found that was turning her on just as mush as the two men sexually tormenting her were the way that Paul was talking about her.

"The white cunt loves sucking black cock."

"Look at the way she's gobbling on it."

"Fucking white bitch probably never had a fucking with a black cock." Paul said through clinched teeth.

Paul's dirty talking was affecting her, plus the dildo that was battering her wet pussy. She knew that she couldn't take much more of this without coming, even if she did not have Steven's permission. Leaning awkwardly forward, she took Paul's penis out of her mouth and licked the groove of his buttocks. Keeping a steady pumping action with her clenched fist on his penis, she forced her tongue into the tight confines of his buttocks and started licking his puckered anus. Grabbing her by her hair, Paul forced his penis back in her mouth as he let out a loud moan. Swallowing to keep up with Paul's musky discharge, she felt Steven give her a light tap on the bottom as he gave her permission for her to come. Forgetting Paul's cock that was still in her mouth, she let out a loud groan as her orgasm burst from her. Collapsing on the floor with the dildo still lodge in her, she curled herself into a ball as her first orgasm hit her. She just managed to glance up at Paul as he was milking the last drops of come from his cock and letting them land on her body when out of nowhere another orgasm that was just as powerful hit her. Reaching between her legs, she withdrew the dildo before she closed her eyes and let her breathing return to normal. She still felt her vagina twitch as she laid on the carpet and listen to the men talk about baseball. The last thing that she heard before she dozed off was Steven offering her to Paul again.

As if she was dreaming, she dimly remembered Steven picking her up in his strong arms and laying on the bed and pulling the covers up over her. When she awoke the next time, Steven was in bed with her and she was cuddled up in the warmth of his body. As the morning light was slowly bringing on a new day, she felt Steven's erection as he tried to enter her. Shifting her body a little and lifting her one leg, his hard penis invaded her. She was thinking how could she be so easily aroused as Steven thrust forward to bury his shaft in her. From somewhere within the complex she heard the sound again of a male slave getting a spanking. Where the first night she did not know if he was crying out in pain or bless, where tonight she knew it was with pleasure.

"Shhhhh." Steven whispered in her ear as her orgasm build. Listening to the sound of her fellow slave cry out as the strap landed on him all helped as her orgasm built.

Turning her head, Steven stuck two of his fingers in her mouth to suck on as he rammed his rigid cock into her. With each thrust, she counteracted with pushing her bottom against his groin. Without a noise from her lover, but for him roughly kissing the back of her neck, she felt him go rigid and knew he was emptying his lust into her. Clamping her muscles around his penis, she groaned deep inside and felt her orgasm explode as she fought not to cry out. Just as she was dropping back to sleep, she remembered that she did not ask Steven permission to come when he made love to her. Before she thought anymore of it, she rolled over on her side and laid her head on Steven's chest and wrapped an arm around him as she drew herself a little closer to him.

Opening her eyes to the sound of tropical birds and the smell of lush vegetation, she stretched and basked in the glow of what promised to be a beautiful morning. Smiling to herself about the pleasures that she experienced last night, her mind started to think back to when Steven made love to her early in the morning or did he make love to her. Or was it just a dream. She heard that an experience like that was referred to as a 'dream fuck'. She never experienced one but as she lay in bed she began to wonder if Steven did make love to her or was it her imagination. Running a finger along her pussy, she felt the wetness of his discharge. One thing she needed was a shower as she walked into the washroom and found her master finishing shaving and humming a song. Hoping that he was in a good mood, she sat on the toilet to relieve herself.

"Master, can I have a shower?"

"You can have one now or after your morning enema." Steven replied as he turned to face her.

"Thank you Master. I think I'll have the shower now." She said meekly. After washing and brushing her teeth, she began to feel half way human. Now if she could only get out of the morning enema, but she knew it was futile as she heard Steven welcoming them into the apartment.

Today Doc Redfield had her kneeling on the mat with her rear end sticking up and her legs spread as she crossed her arms in front of her. Closing her eyes, she buried her head in the crook of her arms waiting for the humiliating enema to be over with. As she waited for Doc Redfield to finish, she felt feminine hands touching her body. Opening her eyes, she watched as Nurse Carol ran her hands over her body. She did not know what she was feeling for, but it was more than an examination the way Nurse Carol copped a feel every so often. Today while she sat on the toilet expelling her waste, the three of them left her alone while they carried on a conversation in the next room. When she emerged a short time later, Doc Redfield and Nurse Carol had continued their rounds and Master Steven was reclining in a chair with a coffee. Master Steven and she had a relaxing coffee together before she was on her way to her exercise class. As she was frantically searching around for her underwear, Steven informed her that Doctor Redfield had taken them. That was the only explanation that Steven gave as he shooed her on her way.

"By the way. You will be punished for not asking permission to have an orgasm from last night and this morning. I would do it how, but I want you to contemplate the error you made." Steven said as she was leaving for her exercise class.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. She felt herself become aroused with the thought of another spanking. Although the spanking she received the other night hurt, she was looking forward to being punished again.

Walking into the gym, Allison spotted Alicia talking to a couple of the other slaves. The main topic this morning was about a slave being sent to the dungeon the night before. She had no time to speak with Alicia before Master Tim ordered everyone to strip, Allison did not feel too out of place when she looked around to find that she was not the only person missing her underwear. The same woman as yesterday was missing hers also. Master Tim put the slaves through their morning routine and before Allison knew it she was slipping her dress over her sweated-covered body. On the way to Alicia's and her room, she had the opportunity to ask Alicia about this punishment place called the dungeon.

"Well it's not really a dungeon as you might conjure up. It is under the main building but it's the laundry. Whichever slave is sent there for whatever reason, he or she has a quota of work to perform. That is the easy part of the punishment. The rough part is you are available to whoever wants to take advantage of you."

"In other words, you're raped." Allison gasped.

"You got it. Plus you still have your laundry quota to do."

"Who was the slave that they sent there?"

"I saw her around before. Her name is Thalia and she is the slave to a new comer to The Spa. A Master Richard. Why he sent her down, no one knows. However, you can be assured, with her being the first slave this session to be sent to the dungeon, she would have been taken advantage of." Alicia finished off her story as the women entered their quarters.

Allison did not enlighten Alicia that Master Richard was her husband.

"How was your evening?" Alicia asked over breakfast after they had their morning shower and dressed in fresh clothing.

"Unbelievable." Allison replied.

"Well, are you going to tell me what happened."

This was something new to Allison. Talking about her sex life, but while she was telling Alicia about last night, she felt herself getting excited.

"You mean you sucked that monster cock while your master was shoving a dildo up you. God. I wished I was there to see that." Alicia said with a little chuckle as she ran her hand down the front of her panties.

"How was your night?" Allison asked. This kind of talk was getting her turned on. She wanted to change the topic away from her, besides she was curious how two women would spend the night.

"Pretty good." Now it was Alicia's turn to play the guessing game with Allison. After a few minutes of playing with her, Alicia told her how her night was.

"No kidding, my jaw was numb from going down on Mistress Meka by the time she allowed me to stop the first time. After that she secured me on the punishment table and connected just the right amount of weights to my breasts. Then she took the leather strap that I like and laid a good spanking on me."

"Oh God Allison. Is anyone looking our way?" Alicia said as if she was in pain.

"No . . . No one." Allison replied as she scanned the few remaining slaves at breakfast to see if they were looking at them. She was going to ask if she could get her friend something when Alicia closed her eyes. Then it hit Allison. She was watching her friend have an orgasm as the look on Alicia face went from as if she was in pain to a glow of contentment.

"I'm sorry. But all these fuck stories. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Alicia said as she looked around the room before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Come on let's go to the pool. I need cooling off." Alicia said.

"That sounds like a good idea." Allison commented. She never watched a woman have an orgasm right in front of her but she found it very stimulating.

"I hope that there's some good looking male slaves hanging around." Alicia was saying.

"Or even some female slaves." Allison added. She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Really Allison. I never knew." Alicia said in mock surprised.

The only thing Allison could think of to say was "Well" before the two women started to laugh. It had been a long time since Allison had felt this relaxed. The two of them chuckled like two girl schools as they made their way to the slaves recreation area.

 

"Give her another swat. God. You have to try this." Richard said as he held Diana close to his body with her breasts pressing against his chest. Richard was laying on his back with Diana sitting on top with his penis inside her. With Richard forcing her forward, her rear made an inviting target for the wooden paddle Gordon was holding.

The morning light was dimly engulfing the room. It had been quite a night for her. Both men had taken her anyway they wanted. At times she did not know when one orgasm ended and another began. Now one of the men thought up this delightful torture. She knew that this was going to be a long session. She did not know how often that Richard had come, but she clinched her buttocks as the paddle connected with a loud crack again on her bare flesh.

The feeling Richard was receiving was undescribable. As the paddle came in contact with Diana's well-rounded bottom, she would clamp her vagina muscles which in turn gave Richard's cock a nice squeeze.

"Stop." Richard moaned as he pushed Diana off him. She looked up at him as she rested on her elbows, trying to keep any pressure off her tender bottom.

"Open wide. I'm want to come in your mouth." Richard ordered.

"Yes Master." Diana replied as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Richard threw one leg over her body so that her head was between his legs. The only thing he had to do now was point his erection in the right direction and let her mouth do the rest. That was when he watched as Gordon reached over and took his erection in his hand and aimed it toward Diana's mouth. He knew that if he gave Gordon a disapproving look that he would withdraw his hand. Closing his eyes for a second, he knew what he was going to do. He had never had another man touch him like Gordon was doing and he had to admit that it did feel good as Gordon lightly ran his fingers up and down on his erect penis. Opening his eyes, he saw not only had Gordon watching him for what he was going to do but also Diana was gazing up at him with her mouth still open.

So far this had been a strange vacation to say the least as he closed his eyes and nodded for Gordon to continue what he was doing. It did feel different as Gordon jerked him off, but at the same time it felt all to familiar, almost as if he was doing it to himself.

Gordon knew what to do as Richard went with the feeling as he released his pent up passion. As the last of his come landed on Diana's breasts, Gordon released Richard's erection.

"I'm taking a shower. It has been a long night." Gordon said as he watched Diana sucking on Richard's slowly shrinking penis.

When Gordon emerged from taking a shower a short time later, he found Richard relaxing with a drink in his hand and Diana laying on her belly.

"I thought I would grab breakfast after I cleaned up. I was wondering if you cared to join me." Richard remarked as he finished his drink.

"If you can wait a minute, I want to talk to my slave before we go." Gordon replied as he walked over to Diana.

Kneeling down, Gordon produced a pair of handcuffs and fastened them around Diana's wrist. Richard watched as his friend secured his slave to the floor with her arms stretched out in front of her. and legs in the same fashion. Richard had wondered what the purpose of the eye hooks that were imbedded in the carpet.

"I'll return after breakfast and a golf game." Gordon was saying to Diana as he padded her on her bottom before standing up.

"Master. What if I have to relieve myself?" Diana asked while she clinched her bottom. Her bottom was soar from the spanking she had and it was tender to the touch.

"You will have to hold yourself until I return."

With that comment, she whimpered. Richard stood at the doorway and watched with fascination on the way Gordon was handling his slave.

"Did you not enjoy yourself last night and did I not let you come as often as you wanted?"

"Yes Master."

"Now you have to pay the price for my generosity?"

"Yes Master." Diana replied as her voice started to quiver.

"Now. We won't have any tears. If you started crying, I'll have to gag you. Do you want that?"

"No Master."

"Good girl." Gordon replied as again he patted her bottom.

 

 

"Who are you playing golf with today?" Richard asked as the two men walked to Richard's quarters.

"No one. I'm so tired from last night I don't think I could hit a ball straight if my life depended on it." Gordon replied.

"I know. I feel the same way. But you told Diana that you were."

"Oh that. I only said that to frighten her. Did you see the look on her face when I told her that, she just about wet herself when I said I would be gone that long.?" Gordon said with a chuckle.

"So you will undo her when you return from breakfast?"

"Maybe. One thing Diana does not care for is being exposed as she is now. Nothing will humiliate her more than being exposed in that manner and having someone walk in." Gordon explained.

"You could say it's a lesson in humility."

Gordon poured himself a drink and flipped on the television while Richard showered and shaved. As they were leaving for breakfast, Richard asked Gordon how he could get Thalia released from her punishment. After making a quick call to the security department, Richard informed them that he wanted Slave Thalia released from her punishment immediately and yes have her bath and waiting in his apartment.

During breakfast the men chatted about golf and made plans on meeting up with each other sometime during the day. Both of them reflected on the fun they had the night before and admitted that Slave Diana tuckered them out. With both of them laughing they departed company and adjourned to their own quarters for some well needed sleep.

Upon entering his room, Richard watched as his slave jumped up from her seat and stood in the proper manner befitting a slave. Without anything being said, he could tell that Thalia had a rough night. He was just about ready to mention that the two of them should turn in and get some sleep when there was a knock on his door. He forgot that he had inquired about having the doctor and nurse to drop around to give Thalia her first enema. He thought with him asking on short notice that they would not be here until later in the day or even tomorrow morning. After the introductions were made, Doc Redfield turned to Thalia.

"You know the procedure. You been here before."

With down cast eyes Thalia entered the washroom and knelt on the rubber mat with her bottom raised. Watching what was taking place from the entrance of the washroom, Richard could not help himself as he began to get an erection.

"Doc can I talk to you in private?" Richard asked after he had administered to Thalia.

"Yes of course." Doc Redfield answered.

"Nurse can you finish off here."

"Yes Doctor." Nurse Carol replied as she knelt behind the slave and released the enema solution.

Richard watched as Nurse Carol removed the nozzle from his slave before he turned and walking out of the room.

"Yes sir, what can I help you with." Doc Redfield asked as he removed his plastic gloves.

"Well this is kind of embarrassing and most unlikely. Do any of the mistresses or masters ask to have an enema?" Richard asked.

"No need to feel embarrassed. Of course they do." Doc Redfield replied.

"Could I have one this morning?" Richard asked.

"Who would you want to administer it Nurse Carol or myself?"

"Nurse Carol. Please." Richard answered. When Thalia emerged from the washroom with her eyes cast down, Doc Redfield excused himself and went in to talk to his nurse.

"Come in Richard." Nurse Carol said after the doctor had talked to her for a brief minute.

"If you don't mind Richard, I would like to check your slave over. I would like to make sure that she is not suffering any repercussions from her ordeal in the dungeon. Sometimes they do have a way of getting carried away." Doc Redfield said as he was leaving the washroom and Richard was entering.

"Just strip down while I put a new nozzle on this hose. How would you like for me to administer your enema?" Nurse Carol said. She could tell that Richard was nervous plus being embarrassed. She was going to make the most of his humiliation without making it to obvious.

"On my knees." Richard replied in a weak voice.

This brought back a flood of memories from by gone years. He remembered when he was twelve years old and his parents sent him to his aunts place for summer vacations. Aunt Lauren was his mothers only sister. From what he understood at the time from overhearing his parents talk between the two of them. Aunt Lauren's husband ran off with another woman and left her and his cousin Julie with the a house on five acres of land and made sure that she was financially secured. The only time he seen them was at Christmas. He knew that his aunt was a good-looking woman of about forty years old and his cousin that was just as pretty was about sixteen or seventeen.

The first week of his vacation went smoothly with him getting to know Aunt Lauren and Julie. He even became friends with a boy his own age down the road. About a week into his vacation his Aunt called him into the bathroom one morning.

"It's about time to flush you out." Aunt Lauren said in a stern voice.

He stood in bewilderment with not understanding what she wanted. When she explained that he was to receive an enema every morning and what an enema was, he could not help it and he started to cry. He could not do anything about the predicament he was in but remove his pajamas as he was requested to do and stood with his hands in front of him to hide his privates. While he was kneeling on the floor with his head in his hands, he heard his Aunt explaining what she was preparing to do. At first he thought she was talking to him until he looked up through his tears and was shocked to see his cousin watching as his Aunt explained things to her. To a twelve year old boy to be humiliated this way was the end of the world. For his Aunt to see him this way was bad enough but his cousin was even worst. After the treatment was over, he was allowed to get dress and go and play with his buddy.

He stayed away for the rest of the day, he even had his lunch at his friends place. The truth was he did not want to face his Aunt or Julie ever again. He thought of running away from Aunt Lauren's but where would he go to. Even if he could find his way back to his parent's place which he was not to sure that he could, they would ask him what trouble he got himself into. He could not tell them what took place that morning. Even thinking about it now made him feel queasy inside. Staying away all day, he return just before the evening meal not knowing what to expect from his Aunt and Julie. To his surprised and relieve nothing was said about what took place that morning. It was a normal evening with the three of them sitting around the table for the evening meal and discussing what they did during the day. After watching television for awhile the three of them played a board game of some description, before it was his bedtime. The nice thing he liked about his Aunt's house was that all three of them would do things together in the evenings from watching television to going for walks in the woods or sitting playing games. That night he went to bed feeling better than he did all day, he even was able to look Aunt Lauren and Julie in the face without blushing.

To his dismay every morning was the same routine with Aunt Lauren giving him an enema while Julie watched. To say he got used to getting flushed out every morning, he did not. He put up with it only because he had no alterative. Things did charge after about two weeks when he was standing in the bathroom and waiting for Aunt Lauren. Instead Julie showed up by herself and announced that from now on that she would be in charge of his morning routine. He felt more self-conscious with Julie than he did with Aunt Lauren especially when she made him stand with his arms at his side. She would not even let him cover his privates while she was getting the equipment ready. The only time that he never received his morning flushing out was when his mother spent a couple of days visiting him.

The most humiliating occasion of his stay with his Aunt and cousin was a bright morning in August. Julie had a girlfriend sleep over and upon waking up the next the next morning, he thought he could escape his enema considering there was company in the house. This girlfriend of his cousins was one of the most beautiful girls that Richard had ever seen. All evening he was stealing glances at her while they were watching television and playing cards. The next morning he could of die when Julie called to him from the bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom, Julie had everything set for his morning routine. Standing next to Julie was her friend Barbra wearing her baby doll pajamas. He kept his eyes cast down as he stood in the nude with his hands covering his privates as both girls looked on. It was not until his cousin threatened him with another enema that night if he did not obey her order of keeping his hands at his side that he reluctantly did as he was told. This had never happened to him before when his Aunt or cousin was giving him his morning enema. What he was trying to hide was an erection.

"Mother, Mother. Can you come up here? I want to show you something." Julie called down to her mother who was going about her house work.

"Oh my! Our little boy is growing up." Aunt Lauren said.

"You girls make sure to wash your hands if you touch that thing." Aunt Lauren remarked before returning to her house work.

Whenever Julia administered his enema for the remainder of his vacation, she made sure that he had an erection. She never touched it, but she did comment that it looked cute. That was the only vacation that he spent at Aunt Lauren's, although his parents wanted to send him there the following summer. He made such a fuss about not wanting to go that they let him stay home. As far as he knew his cousin Julie never received an enema. Why they decided that he deserved one each day, he never found out and he was to afraid to ask.

Three years ago he had a two day seminar not to far from his Aunts house so he dropped in to see her. Over the years they had stayed in touch with Christmas cards, and birthdays. But this was the first time since that summer long ago that he had the opportunity to pay a visit. He was surprised on how Aunt Lauren had not change much with her appearance, in fact she looked more radiant than he remembered. Aunt Lauren had to call her daughter which lived close by and have her come over a visit with Richard also . Julie also had turned into a most beautiful divorcee.

A cup of coffee turned into an afternoon of reminiscing and Richard taking the two of them out to dinner at his insistence. When Richard informed Aunt Lauren that he had booked a room at the local inn for this two day seminar, she made him phone the inn and cancel his reservation. She would have no relative of hers staying at a hotel.

Richard went to bed that night exhausted but happy that he had dropped in to visit his Aunt. But he was not prepared for the next morning when he was greeted by his Aunt and cousin and was informed he needed to be flushed out. For some strange reason that he could not explain, he allowed the woman to accompany him to the bathroom where he removed his pajamas and stood in the nude. He knew he could of refused the enema and nothing would of been done about it.

"My our little Richard has grown. " Julie said to her mother as Richard stood with his hands at his side and an erection that he could not control if he wanted to.

Before he packed the next morning, they repeated the same procedure. After which the three of them sat and had breakfast before he gave each woman a peek on the check with promises of keeping in touch.

"Are you just about ready?" Richard said impatiently as he finished his pondering. The more he thought about having a flushing out, the more he was ready to call the whole thing off.

"Here we are." Nurse Carol said as she turned around.

This is going to be his one and only enema while he was on vacation. This is humiliating he was thinking. He had a throbbing erection just from thinking about what Nurse Carol was going to do to him.

"My. We better do something about this. We don't want you to have an accident. Do we?" Nurse Carol said as she eyed his erection.

Richard did not reply as Nurse Carol slipped a cock ring over his erection and administered his enema.

"There is something else I would like you and the doctor to do. If you don't mind." Richard mentioned.

"Yes, Richard what is that."

"Can you and the doctor be gone by the time I'm finished here? This is kind of embarrassing for me." Richard asked.

Richard heard the door close as he sat on the toilet. He was angry at himself for yielding

temptation and having an enema. He could not help himself once he saw Thalia preparing to receive hers. He had to admit the feeling he received was everything he remembered it to be.

"Master are you okay?" Thalia timidly asked from the next room.

"Yes." Richard answered abruptly. He just wanted to left alone.

"Master can I talk to you on the same level? One on one." Thalia asked as she saw the look on Richard's face as he emerged from the bathroom.

"Yes. What is it?"

"I don't know what took place in the bathroom. I can guess." Thalia said while she looked at Richard in the nude.

"My husband and I spent two weeks here every year. I don't know your background and I honestly do not care what you do or who you are. My money does not come easy. While I have my money and am still young I'm going to enjoy myself. These two weeks are supposed be fun times. You do things that you would not do in the real world. In the business I am in, I heard people talk behind my back and say that I am a bit of a prude. Little do they know. At The Spa I can indulge in my fantasies. You can to, so don't start feeling sorry for yourself." Thalia said while trying to keep her voice calm. The truth was that she did not know how much longer she and her husband could afford to keep coming to The Spa each year. She hated to do it, but they might have to skip a year or two. The royalty cheques were beginning to dry up from their once flourishing song writhing career.

"Thank you." Richard said as he gave Thalia a kiss on the lips. What she said was true. He is going to be here for two weeks, he might as well enjoy him self. Just before he steered Thalia and himself in the direction of the bedroom, he gave his slave a good swat on the bottom with the open palm of his hand.

"Ouch. What was that for Master?" Thalia said with a smile.

"Just something for you to look forward to." Richard said while giving her a little hug.

"Is that a promise or a threat, Master?" Thalia said while she rubbed her bottom with one hand.

"Take it either way."

"What should I do about this, Master?" Thalia said as she reached down and gave his erection a squeeze.

"Let's grab some sleep. Then I'll decide how you will relieve my problem." Richard replied.

"What did the doctor say? He was going to look you over while his nurse was busy with me?" Richard asked as the two of them were curled up in bed with Richard's hard erection nestled in the crease of Thalia's bottom.

"Just a little irritation around my pussy. It's nothing to worry about. He gave me some salve to put on it." Thalia replied. He also gave her a light sleeping pill that she promptly threw in the garbage. She did not need that. She had been down that road before

CHAPTER 10****

 

After swimming a few laps of the pool, the two women relaxed in the shade in a couple of recliners. The last couple of days had been the most enjoyable time that Allison had experience in quite awhile. She had to admit, so far this had been the strangest vacation she ever imagined. She let her thoughts wonder as she reclined in the nude with her legs spread just a little as she let the hot tropical sun warm her body with the sun filtering through the foliage of the tree that she and Alicia were under. It astonished that she was in a constant state of arousal.

"My services are required." Alicia said as she was jolted awake.

"Well, have a good time." Allison replied as she stood to say good-bye to Alicia.

"I got a feeling that I'm going to be traded for the night." Alicia said as she gave Allison a hug after she had dressed.

"How do you know that?"

"Just guessing. By now my Mistress is beginning to want something different. See you later. I better get moving."

Allison reclined again after her friend had left, but she was restless. Remembering what Bryan said about the library, she decided to drop around and maybe pick up a book to read. Most of the buildings were clustered together in their own picturesque setting. The library was easy to find. It was one of the smaller buildings in the far corner of the complex but the way it was design a person had no trouble distinguishing that it was a library.

Upon entering the library, a middle-aged woman glanced up from behind her desk and gave Allison a welcoming smile. Allison took her to be the librarian. She returned to her computer as Allison walked past. The library from what Allison could see was split up into different rooms as she peeked into a couple of them. One room was empty except for books lining the walls from top to bottom plus a fair size work table set in the middle of the room with four chairs around it. The other room was similar to the first room with the only difference being that two permanent slaves were sitting at the table reading. She was just about to enter the first room she saw, the one with no one in it when she glanced across the hall and spotted Bryan, her room mate pouring over some documents in another room.

"It looks as if you are working on something important?" Allison said as a way to make conversation. As soon as Bryan looked up from his work, he invited Allison into the room.

The little that Allison saw of Bryan since she arrived, she liked him. With him being the only male of the room mates, he watched over her and Alicia that first day when they arrived.

"I know the answer is in these manuscripts." Bryan replied.

"What are you looking for?" Allison asked as Bryan cleared a chair for her to sit on.

Taking his glasses and laying them on the table, he sat opposite Allison. If it was not for the comical situation they were in, the way Bryan looked he could have been a professor as he explained to Allison what he was looking for.

"I'm an Egyptologist and somewhere in this library lies the key to a long lost royal tomb. The only problem is trying to decipher these old parchments." Bryan explained.

Allison remembered now where she had seen his face. It was on a cover of a National Geographic magazine. She recalled how sexy he looked in a rugged sort of way. The article referred to him as a modern day Indiana Jones. But that was all she could remember of the story.

"How long have you been searching for this tomb? And if you don't mind me asking. Why this place of all places?" Allison asked.

"Why don't I explain over a cup of coffee. If you got time?" Bryan asked.

"Sure. If I'm not taking you away from your work?" Allison replied.

"I can only work so long before I get tired and then frustrated." Bryan said while he returned the documents to their rightful places.

"Slave, did you return everything to their proper place? If I find anything out of place, I'll report you to your Mistress." The librarian said when Bryan and she were leaving.

"Everything is in order, Slave Nadia." Bryan replied with the right response befitting a permanent slave.

"If your lying to me. I'll make sure that your Mistress gives you a thrashing that you will have to sit on a cushion for the remainder of your stay."

"Have a nice day Slave Nadia." Bryan smiled as they left the library.

Allison was fascinated with Bryan's story. He told her briefly about how his father was an Egyptologist. He being an only child, his father dragged his mother and him from one archeological site to another up and down and from one side of Egypt to the other. It was quite by accident his mother discovered that someone had made an error dating a reign of a certain king sometime at the end of Fourth Dynasty which was the golden age of the pyramids and the following dynasty which was the fifth, which ran from 2494 B.C. to about 2345 B.C. To make a long story short there was a king between the two dynasties which the records showed lived to be one hundred and thirteen years old, which seemed to be very unusual. It was Bryan's mother who believed that two different kings had reigned in that period. The only proof she had was a broken piece of pottery. Once Bryan had finished his schooling, he followed in his fathers footsteps. No matter what site he was working he always kept an eye opened for any more information on his mother's theory.

"Excuse me for asking. How the devil did you end up here looking here for information?" Allison asked.

"I came to this resort for the obvious reasons. On my first visit here I went looking for something to read. I thought I had died and went to heaven when I came across all these documents." Bryan explained. He went on to tell her that at first he thought that they were some meaningless Hieroglyphics until he took a closer look at the manuscripts and deciphered enough of the context to see that they were related to what he had been searching for. Over the last four years he had pieced together enough of the story to know that two kings had reigned and the information he uncovered showed that the period was referred to as The Reigns of The Two Kings. For some reason any reference to the second king had been obliterated from the pages of history. As for the first king, someone had robbed his royal tomb eons ago and very little is known of him.

"How did that type of information get here?" Allison asked as she sat across from Bryan and listened to his story.

"I did a little research which did very little to uncover the mystery of how and why valuable documents like these ended up here. The estate of A. J. Krause donated them to Pleasure Incorporate. Mister Krause died in nineteen fifty three. Who Mister A. J. Krause was, I do not have a clue. How he acquired these documents, I do not know." Bryan answered. "One thing I do know. Somewhere in the desert a royal tomb is buried in the shifting sand all these years. I know the documents in the library will unlock the clue."

"I wish you luck."

"My wife and I still have a long way to go."

"Tell me to mind my own business but does your wife partake in this type of pleasure?" Allison asked.

"No, not at all. My wife is a very demanding mistress at home."

"How about when you are working?"

"When we are working on a dig. My co-workers refer to me as a bastard. Out there in the desert I'm the boss." Bryan said.

Allison did not mean to be rude as she tried to stifle a yawn. She had found Bryan's story interesting to say the lease.

"It looks as if you could use an afternoon siesta. Let me escort you back to our place. I know that I'm going to have a rest. I overheard my mistress talking last night and I do believe she is planing an orgy this evening." Bryan remarked as they walked out of the cafeteria.

"Oh. That does sound interesting." Allison replied with a devilish grin.

 

Later in the morning, Richard awoke and quietly got out of bed without awakening Thalia. While he was showering, his mind was thinking of ways on pleasing his slave. As he was shaving, it came to him what he was going to do to her. He always had more kinky ideas when he was aroused, and ever since having that enema in the morning he had an erection. Maybe he might have another enema while on vacation. Thalia did say to indulge in one's fantasies. His main concern was on how to please his slave.

After dressing in clean shorts and a short sleeve shirt, he went into the small bedroom where on his first day he looked at the chest of sexual toys. Rummaging through the chest, he found what he was looking for. He withdrew a leather belt with little metal studs, the belt reminded him of the type a biker would wear as he folded it twice around his fist and entered the master bedroom. Thalia was just as he left her, laying on her belly with her cute little bottom exposed. Raising the belt above his head, he delivered a blow across the twin orbs of her bottom.

"Get out of bed slave." Richard ordered. By now he had an inkling of what turned his slave on. Being spanked and talking dirty to her was two of the things that she liked.

"Yes Master." Thalia responded as she held her stinging bottom.

"We forgot your exercise class this morning."

"Please Master don't send me to the dungeon." Thalia begged. She thought that Richard was going to send her back to that hell hole. If he did, she was going to make a complaint as every slave had the right to do.

"No, I'm not going to do that. I will give you your exercises myself." Richard said.

"My I take a couple of minutes to get ready Master?" Thalia said as she bend over to pick up her underwear and dress.

"No." Richard replied. When Thalia bent over, he could not resist the temptation as he delivered another swat across her bottom with the belt. For the next fifteen minutes or so, Richard had Thalia running on the spot. Every time he thought that his slave was slacking off, he would deliver a couple of swats with the belt across her ass.

Sometimes Thalia would deliberately slow down just to feel the leather strap as it met her exposed skin. She could almost taste the leather as she waited in anticipation for her Master to spank her. This is what she wanted in the way of a master, someone who would take control. She wondered what Master Richard would do if she had an orgasm. Maybe she should get his permission first.

Knowing that Thalia would have derived very little pleasure the night before when she was in the dungeon, he thought he would reward her.

"I'm going to be generous with you. I will let you have three orgasms. The first two you can have anytime you want." Richard explained as Thalia finished her exercises.

"Thank you Master." Thalia said in a subdued voice. Her bottom was on fire and this was by far the horniest she had felt since she had been here.

"Can I have one now Master?"

"Yes, go ahead." Richard replied.

Having permission to have an orgasm, Thalia reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. Collapsing on the floor, Richard watched his slave masturbate her self to orgasm as she lay on her belly on the carpet. With one hand playing with her pussy, Thalia ran the other hand over her well-spanked bottom as she closed her eyes and cried out her pleasure.

For the next little while Richard tormented his slave with different forms of sexual perversions for him self and of course for her. He wanted to see what it would take for her to have her next orgasm. He had to admire her stamina in not giving into her lust, in spite of wanting to. He knew if he wanted to, he could of had sex with Thalia. Although he had a raving erection, he wanted to prolong the feeling that he was experiencing. Knowing if he gave into temptation and had sex with Thalia, his enjoyment would not be as great as it was now.

After awhile Richard found that he was getting hungry. Beside the fact he could not get Thalia to have another orgasm so he decided that the two of them should have something to eat. While the two of them were showering, Richard had a look at Thalia's bottom and could tell that she was still smarting from the spanking he gave her as it was still a bright red.

"Don't wear any underwear." Richard ordered. He had an idea on how to humiliate his slave even more as they were going to lunch by hooking the back of her skirt up and fastening it so that her crimson bottom was exposed. He stood back and admired the way she looked. He wondered what was redder, her face from embarrassment from being exposed in this manner or her bottom.

Thalia felt so wicked as Richard fastened the lease to her collar and let her away. After her first orgasm that Richard had allowed her to have, her Master tormented her in a wide range of sexual delights. Yet this had to be the most perverted, as people stopped and stared while she was lead by the leash on the way to the restaurant.

Once in the restaurant, Richard pulled the headwaiter aside and asked them something in a low voice that Thalia could not hear. Her curiously was soon answered when he showed them to their table. Thalia hesitated a second when she saw the chair she was to sit on. The chair was an old wooden one made with slats that were about two inches wide and had a straight back. Just by looking at it she knew that it was going to be most uncomfortable chair to sit on especially with her soar bottom. The initial shock on sitting on the hard chair was like a shot of electricity going through her body.

"Something wrong?" Richard asked as he saw Thalia's discomfort.

"Master . . . I think I'm . . . God . . . I'm going to need to go to the washroom." Thalia stammered. She did not know if she was going to wet herself or have an orgasm. The feeling was so strong that she had a hard time to even talk.

"It would seem you are in discomfort. Why do you want to go to the washroom?" Richard asked.

"Master. I think I'm going to have an orgasm." Thalia said. The pain she was feeling from sitting was hard to describe, to her it was not pain but pleasure.

"You can have it here. Let everybody see how good a slave you are. Go ahead, play with yourself." Richard ordered. This little game was getting him aroused. Richard leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest and watched as Thalia timidly reached under the table with one hand to bring herself off.

The few customers in the restaurant were turning to watch the show that Thalia was putting on. She tried to keep the sounds of her pleasure from being overheard, but as she got closer to her climax the sounds of what she was doing could not be mistaken. She did not care that people were looking at her as she closed her eyes as her orgasm gushed from her. For the next few seconds she slumped in the chair and kept her fingers intrenched in her wet pussy until her breathing started to return to normal. She opened her eyes when the other occupants of the restaurant started to clap. This had to be the most embarrassing part of the afternoon, especially when Master Richard ordered her to stand and bow to the people. Thalia was quite pleased with the way Master Richard treated her. This was all part of being an obedient slave and she loved it.

Their lunch was a quiet affair with neither person talking a great amount. Richard did have to warn his slave once during the meal about sitting without squirming. He told her that if she thought her bottom stung now, wait until he took her over his knees right here at the restaurant. Under normal circumstances Thalia would have relished a spanking in a public place, but the way her rear was stinging she did not want another spanking. Her master did give her permission to go to the washroom and even that was an ordeal. She found that sitting on the toilet was uncomfortable and she had to lift herself off the toilet seat while she relieved her bladder.

Her sexual torment was far from over as Richard lead his slave back to his apartment.

Back in the apartment, Richard secured his slave to what was referred as the 'table.' This was one of the instruments that Roger and he used on Diana the night before. He secured her by leather straps around the ankles to the legs of the table. Her upper body was resting length ways on the table and was lashed around the waist by another leather strap with her arms at her side. Making a slight adjustment on the table, Richard made sure that his slaves breasts were dangling from the two holes that were specially constructed for this purpose. Spreading her legs a little wider so that he could have access to her womanly openings, he stood back and admired his handiwork. She was quite helpless as she followed him with her eyes as he walked around the table.

"You do remember our agreement about not coming until I give you permission?" Richard asked as he stood behind her and slowly tipped his drink along with the ice cubes on her bottom and watch as the cold liquid ran down between the checks of her ass.

"Yes. Oh Master. Ohhhhhhh." Thalia screamed as she felt the ice-cold liquid run down between the cheeks of her bottom.

For the next few minutes Richard knelt behind his slave and slowly teased her as he licked her moist buttocks. With her not being able to move, he took his time and inhaled the odor of her arousal. Richard found he was enjoying himself thinking up ways to pleasure his slave without allowing her to come.

Richard looked at his watch and noticed that he had about an hour left before Roger and Diana showed up for dinner. Smiling to himself, he walked around to the front of Thalia.

"Do you want the last orgasm that I promise you or should we wait until later tonight?" Richard asked as he grabbed her hair and pulling it back so that her head was tilted upwards, allowing her to see him.

The only way Thalia could answer her master was by nodding her head up and down because of the gag that Richard had used to muffle her cries of ecstacy.

Richard knew the time was ripe as he positioned himself behind his slave and reached down and spread the checks of her bottom. This was something that Allison did not overly care for as he moistened his penis and slowly entered Thalia through the back door.

"Do you like this? I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Will you do that if I take off your gag?" Richard asked. He found that having control was fun as he unbound Thalia's gag. Once free of her restraint, she let him know that she would do anything he asked.

After releasing his pent up passion deep inside her bowels, he reached under the table and pulled hard on her breasts. This was the signal she was waiting for as tears ran down her face and her orgasm gushed from her. Richard kept up his battering of her rear passage with his penis until it started to deflate. By that time his slave had two or three orgasms that were so close together that she could not tell when one ended and the next one started. He had a chuckle when Thalia's breathing returned to normal and he had to help her to stand up. If anyone had looked in on her, they would have seen a sorry sight. Her hair was plastered to her head from sweating, her eyes were red from crying and any makeup that she had on was smudged from her tears.

Thalia knew that to some people this form of sexual activity would be perverted, but to her this was something she craved. After kissing her master and thanking him until he pushed her away, she sank to the floor and took his penis in her mouth.

"I think we both need a bath before we join Master Gordon and Slave Diana for dinner." Richard commented as he stood with his hands on his hips and watched as Thalia cleaned his penis with her mouth.

CHAPTER 11****

 

 

Allison lay nude on the bed. She tossed and turned and was unable to sleep. She was mulling over her encounter with Bryan at the library. She had to admit that this had been a strange vacation as she reached and fingered her slave collar with her hand. It was useless trying to sleep, so she rolled out of bed and went into the communal sitting room and turned on the television. As usual there was nothing of interest on the television, so she made herself a cup of tea and went out on the patio.

Closing her eyes and basking in the sun's rays as they poked through the branches of the trees, she thought of the conversation that Bryan and she had. Her thoughts were just not on his adventures with his profession, even thought she found it fascinating, but on the other topics he told her about. It shocked her when he told her that Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol were both highly qualified doctors at a major medical facility in Belgium. Just like another other guests, they got their sexual pleasures here at The Spa and in return they volunteered their services. What surprised Allison even more was that the two of them set up a free medical clinic in the little Mexican town that was about a half hour drive from The Spa. Once a week they would render their services free of charge to the under privilege people of the community. Not only did they gladly provided their services but a few of the other guests did the same. Master Tim for example always brought used baseball equipment with him whenever he had the opportunity to spend a session at the spa. The used equipment was a God send to the poor children of the community. These were only three of the different people that Bryan knew of that contribute something to the small town. In return for the generosity of The Spa, the local population which consisted mostly of a farming nature, would supply The Spa with the choicest vegetables that they grew. This was their only way of showing their appreciation.

Rousing herself, Allison went inside and started to prepare a bath and get ready for her master. When she emerged a short time later from her room all cleaned and with her makeup applied, she was surprised that Bryan had also awaken and had readied himself for the evening. For the next little while the two of them watched television, but both of them were lost in their own little world.

Allison never felt so sexually aware of her femininity ever since she arrived here. Ever since she had become a willing slave, she was always in a constant state of arousal. Sometimes the urge was stronger than at other times, like it was now. She felt the tingling sensation start down in her belly and she knew that the crotch of her panties was beginning to dampen from her arousal. This was from only thinking about what her master had in store for her.

She was jolted out of her day dreaming with the shock of her slave collar going off.

After answering her master's message, which ordered her to come to his place immediately, she wished Bryan a pleasant evening and hurried on her way.

Taking a deep breath, she lightly knocked on Master Steven's door and waited patiently as the seconds dragged by.

"Enter."

Opening the door, she saw that Master Steven was sitting on the couch.

"On your hands and knees and crawl to me." Steven ordered.

This is so humiliating she was thinking as she got on her hands and knees and crawled to where Steven was. She had a good idea what Steven was going to do to her and this only added to her state of arousal.

"You do know that I'll have to discipline you. Don't you?" Steven asked as he looked at Allison who was still on her hands and knees at his feet.

"Yes Master." Allison replied.

"Refresh my memory and tell me why?" Steven ordered as he lightly patted Allison on her head.

"Because I did not ask your permission to have an orgasm last night." Allison replied as she felt herself blush.

"Over my knee." Steven ordered.

At first she felt awkward as she draped herself over her master's knees. However, once she reached out and balanced herself with her hands touching the floor she knew she would not fall over his lap. She did feel ridiculous as she waited for the spanking as if she was a naughty child, but at the same time she was looking forward to it.

For the longest time Master Steven did nothing but lightly rub her bottom after he had hiked up her dress and rolled her panties down her thighs so that they laid wrapped around her ankles.

The first swat landed on the left cheek of her bottom followed rapidly with one on the right cheek. Before she could even cry out, Master Steven had laid quite a few swats on her behind.

"I think it only appropriate that you apologize to me for disobeying my command." Steven said as he held his slave around the waist in case she had thoughts of slipping off his lap.

"I'm sorry Master. I'll obey you, but please stop spanking me." Allison begged only after Steven had administered another dozen strokes to her bottom.

Getting spanked with the palm of a strong hand was different from a paddle. It felt kind of nice in a kinky way. That was why she took her time apologizing to her master. She was hopping that he would continue to spank her for not answering him right away.

Steven knew her little game. He had seen it from many slaves, both male and female. Allison was beginning to appreciate being a slave as he administered another dozen swats. This time he did not hold back being gentle. When he allowed Allison to stand, the first thing she did after apologizing to him and thanking him for the spanking was to rub her well-spanked bottom with her hands.

"Go to the bathroom and freshen up! You look a mess." Steven ordered while Allison bent over and pulled up her panties.

She had never in her life thought that a spanking like the one she just received would get her so utterly aroused. She could hardly believe that she was so turned on.

"I think you might need another spanking for being so slow." Steven said as he watched Allison freshen her makeup.

"Oh no Master. Please . . . I'm finished." Allison replied. Maybe later she might be a bad girl and need another spanking. However, right now she did not think her sore bottom could handle it.

Upon entering the restaurant, Steven spotted Mistress Ingrid and her Slave Jason sitting at a table in the far corner of the dinning room. Allison gingerly eased herself down on the chair that was opposite Jason.

"Your slave looks as if she has a problem sitting?" Ingrid asked after Allison had seated herself.

"Just a little discipline problem. You know how you have to keep these slaves in line." Steven replied as he looked over the menu.

"Do you mind if I look at your handy work?" Ingrid asked.

"Slave. Do as Mistress Ingrid requested." Steven said to Allison.

"Right here! Master?" Allison replied. She knew the answer before she even asked but she was hoping that Mistress Ingrid would examine her spanked bottom in private.

"Do I have to take you over my knee for another spanking?" Steven said in a stern voice.

She would die from embarrassment if Steven spanked her here at the restaurant especially with the patrons looking on.

Standing up, she turned her back to Mistress Ingrid and lifted up her dress and pulled her underpants part way down her thighs. The only reprieve from her embarrassing situation was that Mistress Ingrid's back was to the widow so that to her relief no other guest could look at her as Mistress Ingrid inspected her.

While she was bent over and as Mistress Ingrid ran her hands over her bottom, the waiter came to take their food order. Allison had only been a slave for a short while but already, she knew that she was to stay in this pose until her master told her differently. She did not know if her face could have turned any redder from embarrassment when she looked up at the waiter just as he finished taking their order. As usual Steven ordered for all of them. She raised her head and watched as the waiter smiled and winked at her.

Steven and Ingrid carried on a leisurely conversation over their dinner as if their slaves were not even present. As usual the meal was exquisite and the wine was an excellent choice that Steven selected from the well-stocked wine cellar.

"May I ask the use of your slave while I use the ladies room?" Ingrid asked while sipping on her after dinner cocktail.

Allison knew what Mistress Ingrid required of her as she followed her into the spacious cubicle of the ladies washroom.

"Kneel." Ingrid ordered Allison as she pulled down her slacks and sat on the toilet.

On the right-hand side of the toilet was a mat that Allison knelt on with her head lowered. She knew what she was required to do when her mistress finished relieving herself. A thought came to her as she was kneeling and that was that she hoped Mistress Ingrid only had to pee. Within a few seconds Allison could tell by the smell that Mistress Ingrid was doing more than peeing.

"Okay, I'm finished. Wipe me." Ingrid ordered as she leaned forward.

"Yes Mistress." Alison answered and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Leaning forward she lightly wiped Ingrid's bottom before grabbing more paper.

"I hope I do not have to remind you that if I find that you did not do a satisfactory job cleaning me that I'll will definitely mention it to Master Steven?" Ingrid said.

Upon returning to the table Mistress Ingrid asked if Steven wanted to return to her bungalow. Allison felt relieved when he'd reclined her offer but promised that he would drop by later in the evening.

Giving Ingrid a kiss on the lips, Ingrid and Steven departed company with the promise of he dropping around to her place later that evening.

"Come along. You're going to work that meal off." Ingrid said to Slave Jason as she fastened his leash to his collar and walked out of the restaurant.

Steven and she walked over to the stage where they had auctioned her and her fellow slaves off. On the short walk over to the theater, Steven explained to her that tonight some of the permanent slaves were putting on a play. The seats were arranged in two's and four's with a small coffee table between them so that a person could set their drinks down. While Steven and she were waiting for the show to start, he ordered drinks for the two of them. What pleased her more was that the chairs were well padded. Her bottom was still tingling from the spanking she received earlier. Steven was more in a talkative mood than he was the other two nights. The conversation was less rigid as the two of them were getting to know each other a little better.

She was surprised with the quality of the play. She thought it would be amateurish but it was quite professional. The play was only a four-person play with Slave Rachael playing the lead female part. She saw professional plays that were not as good as this. The play lasted just over an hour with a short intermission so that the guests and slaves could take a brake.

On the way to Mistress Ingrid's bungalow the two of them commented on the play they just saw and had a few laughs about some of the comical parts.

"It's nice to relax and not to think about sex for a bit. Don't you agree?" Steven asked as he lightly knocked on Ingrid's door.

"Yes Master it does give a person a break." Allison replied as Jason opened the door.

This was a different looking Jason than they saw a short while ago. Jason had on a female slave's dress and panties plus make-up applied to his face. Actually he did not look too bad in drag.

Mistress Ingrid was reclining on the couch with her legs crossed and was in the nude. She was a big-boned woman in her early thirties and if Allison had to guess, stood over six feet tall. What she observed so far at the resort, nobody was ashamed of their nudity.

"I think my slave gets a kick in being dressed up. Don't you?" Ingrid asked Jason while he stood with his eyes lowered.

"Yes Mistress."

"Get Master Steven a drink. Do I have to tell you to do everything?" Ingrid said in frustration.

"Yes Mistress."

"I think I'll send him to the dungeon. Maybe they can make him move a little quicker."

"Please Mistress Ingrid." Jason sobbed as he delivered Steven his drink.

"Get over here. Down on your hands and knees." Ingrid ordered.

Allison watched as Mistress Ingrid stepped into a strap- on dildo. By the looks of it, it had to be about eight or nine inches long.

"Well are you going to lick it, or do you what me to dry hump you." Ingrid said as she adjusted the straps on the dildo.

Allison watched what was unfolding between Mistress Ingrid and her slave as she sat on the floor and Master Steven sat in the chair. After Jason had licked the artificial penis to Mistress Ingrid's satisfaction, she walked around to his back and lifted up his short dress. It was only then that she realized what Mistress Ingrid was going to do. She watched as Ingrid yanked down Jason's panties and slowly enter the dido up his back door. Stealing her eyes away from Mistress Ingrid, she looked up at her Master who was watching the scene unfolding in front of him with the same intensity as she was. When a slap on Jason's bottom and a scolding from his Mistress about whimpering like a little school girl broke her concentration, she looked at Jason's face. Beads of sweat were running down his face and the look was far from pain but of pleasure.

"Enough." Mistress Ingrid exclaimed as she disengaged herself from Jason and pulled off her male equipment and laid on the floor with her legs spread wide.

"Fuck me."

"Yes Mistress." Jason replied while he fumbled undoing the straps that would free his penis. With his penis becoming free of it's restraint, Jason ran his hand along the length of it before turning to his Mistress.

"You better last longer than you did earlier. I swear if you do not satisfy me properly, I will send you to the dungeon." Ingrid warned her slave as he crawled between her legs.

Allison was so wrapped up in watching the two of them having sex that she was startled when her Master tapped her on the shoulder. Getting out of his chair, Steven helped his slave to her feet and quietly left Mistress Ingrid and Jason to their love making.

"Do you care for a drink Master?" Allison asked after the two of them had been sitting out on the patio for a while.

"Yes. A Scotch on the rocks."

While Allison was mixing the drink, Steven called from the patio and told her she could have a drink also if she cared to.

Returning to the patio, she handed Steven his drink and waited until he gave her permission to sit.

"What are you drinking?" Steven asked after Allison had kicked off her sandals and curled her feet so that she was sitting on them.

"Napoleon Brandy on ice, Master." She replied.

"Strange drink for a woman."

"It is my husbands favorite refreshment." Allison commented as she took a sip and let it trickle down her throat. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax and take in the night sounds of the tropics.

"Does he partake in the same pleasures as you?"

"In away. He is the dominant one." Allison replied.

"He is a lucky man."

"How about you Master?" Allison asked.

"No, my wife would faint if she knew that I patronized a place like this. Her tastes are more to the French Rivera." Steven responded as he finished off his drink and set the empty glass on the table.

The two of them sat in silence for a while longer until Steven mentioned that they should retire for the evening.

After Allison had removed her dress and was about to slip out of her underwear, Steven told her he wanted her to sleep in them for the night. While Steven held her close as they lay in bed, she had two thoughts that ran through her mind. One, Steven had a reason for her to sleep in her panties and the second thought was that she hoped that Richard was enjoying himself as much as she was.

 

Richard and Thalia joined Gordon and Diana at the sea food restaurant about seven o'clock that evening. The conversation was light between the two men while the slaves ate in silence. Thalia's bottom was still smarting from her earlier spanking and Diana's bottom was stinging from the spanking that Master Gordon gave her when he came back from breakfast.

Slave Diana was glad when Master Gordon came back from breakfast and informed her that his golf game had been canceled. She had to go to the washroom, however before he had a chance to free her from her shackles, there was a knock on the door and two Spanish cleaning ladies entered. She never felt so humiliated as the two women looked at her in such a vulnerable position. What made the situation even worse for her was when Master Gordon took off his belt and gave a demonstration on how to spank a slave. As Master Gordon whipped her, the two women talked in their native tongue and sipped on a coffee he had made for them. She never thought she had it in her, but as the belt landed on her already sore bottom and the two woman laughed at her, she rubbed herself on the carpet and had one of her best orgasms so far since she arrived at The Spa . Master Gordon left her laying on the floor as he read the morning newspaper and the cleaning ladies cleaned around her with the odd snide remark. She could have died of embarrassment that the cleaning ladies were making fun of her if it was not for the fact that she enjoyed the humiliation. Afterwards Master Gordon allowed her to have a shower and something to eat before sending her to the later of the two exercise classes, after which she could go back to her quarters to get some needful sleep.

"I was talking to Mistress Nicole. She is the mistress from Australia. She is having an orgy to night, just five or six couples. How about joining us?" Gordon asked while the two men were relaxing over a drink.

"If you would have asked me two days ago, I would have jumped at the idea. Believe it or not, I am going to relax in front of the television. Maybe watch a good movie." Richard replied.

"I do not blame you one bit. If Mistress Nicole was not an old friend, my slave and I would be doing the same thing." Gordon said as he finished his drink.

"Our game still on for tomorrow morning?"

"Sure thing. Meet you on the course at nine." Gordon replied.

"Come Allison!" Richard said to Thalia. He did not catch the slip that he made in the name.

 

 

"Master. Who is Allison?" Thalia asked as she was snuggling close to Richard while the two sat on the couch watching a movie.

"Who wants to know?"

"You called me that name when we left the restaurant." Thalia replied.

"I do not think it is any of your business." Richard answered as he playfully grabbed her and turned her over his knees and lightly gave her bottom two or three swats.

As the credits were rolling at the end of the movie, Richard glanced down at his slave as she tried to stifle another yawn. Partway through the movie she had laid her head on his lap and fought to stay awake.

"I do not know about you but I am tired." Richard said as he flicked the off television.

"What can I do to please you Master before you go to bed?" Thalia asked as she unfolded herself from Richard. She hoped that Richard was not angry with her for not being a more dutiful slave tonight. However, she was tired. That did not mean that she would not gladly perform anything her Master wanted her to do.

"Nothing tonight."

"Is my Master angry at me?" Thalia asked. She was hoping that he would tell her to come to bed with him.

"No. I am not angry at you. Come let us go to bed." Richard said as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.

CHAPTER 12****

Allison fell asleep it seemed as soon as her head hit the pillow. The only thing she felt was when Master Steven wrapped an arm around her and pressed her closer to his body and the feel of his hard erection as it poked her in the bum.

"Wake up slave. We got a busy morning ahead of us." Steven whispered in Allison's ear.

"Oh Master let me sleep a little bit longer." Allison groaned.

Steven grabbed her gently but firm enough to show her who the master was. Before she could even think of doing anything, he had her across his lap and had administered about half a dozen swats on her bottom.

"Fold your panties and lay them on the foot of the bed then join me in the shower." Steven said as Allison stretched and rolled out of bed.

Allison was thankful that Master Steven was allowing her to have a shower as she stepped out of her soiled underwear. They had a strong feminine scent to them as she folded them and laid them on the foot of the bed. After Steven and she had a shower together, she made them both a coffee and Steven allowed her to drink hers with him on the patio. The morning light was just breaking and Allison was curious what Steven had planned for her.

"Master?" Allison said in a timid voice. So far this morning she had been a model slave, doing everything her master asked of her. Sitting with her legs spread, she wanted to ask him a question.

"Yes."

"I believe this hot coffee will act as a laxative. I don't think I will need a morning enema." Allison replied. She was hoping that he would relent with this form of humiliation.

"No. I think Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol would be very disappointed if I robbed them of the pleasure they received from administering the enemas to the slaves." Steven said.

"Yes Master."

Allison and Steven had just finished their coffee and Allison was taking the empty coffee cups inside when she heard a light knock on the door. She did not need to guess who was there as she went and let Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol into the room.

While Allison stood in the proper manner befitting a slave, the other three exchanged pleasantries. While Nurse Carol motioned to Allison to follow her to the washroom, Steven was offering Doctor Redfield a drink at the bar.

Allison needed no instructions on receiving her morning enema. As she waited, she heard the snap of the rubber gloves and then the cold ointment being smeared into her rectum. Within minutes her ordeal was over and she was sitting on the toilet expelling her waste. That was when Nurse Carol leaned over and lifted her head and gave her a long passionate kiss on the lips.

"Back on your mat. I'm going to flush you out with just warm water." Nurse Carol ordered.

After this second humiliating procedure was done, Nurse Carol commanded Allison once again to get on her hands and knees. This time Nurse Carol produced Allison's leash and clipped it to her collar.

"Come." Carol ordered as she started to walk out of the bathroom.

Allison did not know what was going to happen to her, but she was beginning to get aroused. She was shocked when Carol kissed her. This time as she was sitting on the toilet and expelling the warm water. Carol was kneading her own breasts and lightly pulling on her nipples. Upon entering the main room on her hands and knees, she glanced up to find Doctor Redfield naked and sitting on the couch and her master sitting on another chair also in the nude. What shocked her was when Doctor Redfield picked up the panties she discarded recently and held them to his nose.

"Get up on the table and spread your legs." Nurse Carol ordered.

She did not know what was going to happen as she knelt on the table. Closing her eyes and lowering her head, she waited in anticipation as Nurse Carol knelt behind her and spread the petals of her womanhood. Allison tried to suppress a moan of pleasure when she felt the raspy tongue of Nurse Carol lick her exposed vagina. She finally stopped trying to conceal her moans once Nurse Carol slipped one finger then two up her vagina and slowly but firmly moved them in and out of her while continuing to run her tongue from her anus to her throbbing clit.

This felt different with a woman performing oral sex, especially someone as talented as Carol. Allison moaned louder as she felt Carol lick around her puckered anus before entering it with her tongue.

Glancing over at her master who was sitting off to her right she asked his permission to come. She watched in awe as Steven stroked his erect penis while he watched Nurse Carol perform oral sex on his slave. Turning her head to the other side, she looked at Doctor Redfield. He was attempting to arouse his semi-hard penis with one hand while holding the exposed crotch of her used panties with his other hand up to his nose as he watched the two women.

"Ask Mistress Carol." Steven replied.

"Mistress Carol."

"On your back." Carol ordered as she gave Allison a gentle slap on her behind.

"That's right. Now bend those legs and hold them." Carol instructed as she once again started to lick Allison.

"Mistress. Please." Allison sobbed as she watched Carol go down on her. Holding onto her legs so that they pressed into breasts, Allison could look between her knees and watch as Carol tormented her with her tongue and fingers.

"You can come slave. Only if you cry out. I do not want any of this whimpering." Carol replied in a sultry voice.

"Yes Mistress. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Allison murmured as Carol started to jab three of her fingers into Allison's wet vagina. Allison cried out as Carol's fingers were entering her faster and faster while she was gently sucking on her hard exposed clit.

"Louder slave." Carol ordered.

Allison did not let her Mistress down as she pulled on her own nipples and cried out as her orgasm built to a feverish pitch. Carol still had three fingers jammed up in her plus now she was smacking Allison on the bottom as her orgasm peaked.

Slowly Allison released her legs and lowered them to the floor while Carol removed her come-covered fingers from Allison and laid her head on Allison's stomach.

Allison felt Carol stir and opened her eyes as Carol arranged herself on top of her. Taking the three fingers that she had been stimulating Allison with, she held them to Allison's lips for her to clean off. After cleaning the tangy essence of herself from Carol's fingers, Carol looked into her eyes and lowered her lips to hers. This time Allison responded by hugging Carol as they eagerly explored each others mouths.

While they were locked in a passionate embrace, Allison's thoughts took her back over the years.

It seemed like only yesterday instead of fifteen years ago since she had her first experience with another girl. She was fourteen and went to an exclusive all girls school. She was a member of the drama club and the school was putting on a play which she had long forgotten the name of. One part was for a male which she played. In one of the scenes the female actress turns to her boyfriend and kisses him on the lips. During a rehearsal in Allison's room one day, Mary Sue who played the female part got carried away with her acting and kissed Allison quite passionately on the lips. The two girls rinsed their mouth out and said how gross it was kissing each other, but she never forgot that kiss. The school cut that part from the play saying it was too controversial. For years afterwards sometimes she would relive that kiss while she masturbated.

The only other time that she had made love to another woman was when she was in college. By then she had many boyfriends and just as many sexual partners. Her boyfriends parents had a cottage and Todd and her thought they would enjoy taking a break from school and spend a weekend at the cottage just soaking up the sun and relaxing before final examines started. Todd also invited his best friend and his girlfriend. Allison was not too familiar with the couple, but she went along with Todd's suggestion. The first day turned into a disaster with the guys leaving the women on their own while Todd and his friend Jeff went fishing. She was a little miffed about being left with Tammie while he went fishing. This weekend was supposed to be a couple's thing, not a guy thing with fishing and drinking. She could tell that Tammie had the same feelings that she did about what was unfolding. On a more pleasant note she and Tammie got to know each other a little better. By the time the afternoon rolled around, Tammie got daring and removed the top of her bikini and laid back to soak up the sun. As she said, nobody else was around but for her and Allison. Allison chuckled and also removed her top. The guys finally arrived back at the cottage late in the afternoon. Both of them were drunk. No sooner did they get into the cabin than they passed out. She and Tammie looked in disgust at their two boyfriends and half dragged and pulled them into one of the bedrooms and dumped them onto the bed so they could sleep off the effects of the alcohol.

So much for a romantic evening she thought as Tammie barbecued a couple of steaks for them. After eating, she suggested to Tammie that they watch television. As is normal in the cottage country the reception was the pits. Turning to Tammie, who was sitting next to her, she asked that considering there was nothing on the television what else she wanted to do. Tammie turned to Allison and asked her as she blushed if she wanted to watch a porno movie that Jeff had brought with him.

"Why not. We might as well make ourselves comfortable." She said to Tammie as she brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of wine glasses.

"I'm sorry about lousing up your weekend." Tammie apologized.

"Do not take offence at what I am about to say. But right now I'd rather have your company than Todd's." Allison said with a laugh.

"No offence taken. I know how you feel." Tammie replied.

Allison had seen a few adult tapes and as her and Tammie watched the movie they made the usual jokes about the guys in the movie being well endowed and the endurance of their love making. The only awkward parts of the movie were the lesbian scenes that were in the movie. She and Tammie did not say anything when those parts were on, both kept their eyes glued to the television but a few times she felt Tammie steal a few glances at her.

After the movie was over the two of them were tired so they thought they would go to bed. They knew it was not going to be easy to move either one of the boyfriends into the next room. When they opened the bedroom door, the smell of stale beer plus the stench of the guys beer farts was just about enough to make a person gag.

Both women decided to let their boyfriends sleep together in their own stink while they took the other bedroom for themselves. Neither woman had brought appropriate sleeping attire as they confided in each other that both slept in the nude. They both decided that they would feel more comfortable with wearing their bras and panties to bed. Allison was not ashamed of her body but it had been a few years seen she slept with a girl. After turning off the lights both women stripped down and hopped into bed.

Allison was wishing that Todd had not gotten drunk as she was feeling very sensual. She did not know if it was the wine or the movie or even Tammie's company. One thing that she could not get out of her mind as she drifted off to sleep was two women making love in the movie. She had only been asleep awhile when she awoke with Tammie and her facing each other and their arms wrapped around each other. Tammie was also awake and as they looked into each others eyes they drew their lips together for a quick but passionate kiss. Neither woman was experience in this type of love making but as they broke their kiss off, they stripped each other of the remaining clothes they were wearing. Allison never dreamed that making love to another woman would be so erotic. Tammie and she discovered new heights of fulfillment as they brought each other to many orgasms during the night.

The next day their boyfriends could not do enough for them as they were feeling guilty for ruining the first day by getting drunk. Tammie and she just smiled and let the guys do all they could for them. That night as Todd and her were making love, she heard the sounds of Tammie and Jeff with their love making. She almost wished that she could be making love to Tammie instead of Jeff.

Shortly after that weekend, her and Todd broke up and she never got to see Tammie again. That was her one and only time with making love to another woman.

She was jolted back to the present with her master standing up and moving behind Carol.

"Oh . . . Ohhhhhhh. Your Master is shoving his big cock in me." Carol groaned into Allison's ear.

Allison responded by grabbing Carol by her long hair so she could kiss her again. She felt Carol's body responding to the pounding that her master was giving her. Allison's whole body felt as if it was going to explode in response to Carol's kisses and the feel of her aroused breasts rubbing against Carol's.

"My God. Oh my God. Your Master is shoving his cock up my ass. Ohhhhh."

Allison could feel the table shaking as Steven thrust into Carol. Allison did not need Carol describing what was happening to her to get aroused. She was ready to come again as she stuck her tongue as far into Carol's mouth as she could.

"Your Master is bum fucking me. He's bum fucking me. He's bum fuc . . . " Carol screamed as her whole body started to quiver after she had removed her mouth from Allison's.

Who came first, Allison did not know? She heard her master yelling out as he rammed his penis into Carol for the last time. When Carol came she had her head in the crook of Allison's neck and was babbling away to herself. When she came, she hugged Carol all the harder and whispering dirty words into Carol's ear.

"Yes. Yes. Good. Good." Doctor Redfield was moaning while he was jerking himself off into Allison's panties that he had wrapped around his penis.

Allison did not have long to relax before Master Steven removed his penis from Carol's bottom and held his penis to her mouth for her to clean. Turning her head to the side and opening her mouth, Steven watched as she sucked and licked his and Carol's juices from his organ.

She felt so wicked as she lay on her back with her legs spread. When Carol positioned her bottom over her face, she knew what Carol wanted done. As she lowered her bottom onto Allison's mouth, she wormed her tongue between the cheeks of Carol's buttocks and licked up her master's discharge.

"Oh . . . Oh . . . I'm coming again." Carol cried as she pressed her bottom harder on Allison's face while pulling on her breasts.

She closed her eyes after Carol lifted herself off her face and breathed deeply while Carol recuperated slumped in the chair.

"Wow! That was great but I need a bath." Carol murmured as she ran her fingers through her coarse pubic hair.

"Steven. Can I borrow your slave?"

Allison followed Carol into the bathroom. As she was running a bubble bath, Allison turned to see what Carol was doing. She was sitting on the toilet peeing. When she was finished, Allison knelt down and wiped her without any prompting.

"Come. Get in the bath with me. There's plenty of room." Carol instructed Allison. She was impressed with Allison's obedience. She never had anybody wipe her without ordering them to.

After a quick bath, Allison lent Carol the small quantity of cosmetics she had at Steven's place. Within a short time the two women emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed and cleaner then they did when they went in.

Both Doctor Redfield and Steven were wearing robes and sitting out on the patio drinking a cup of coffee. While the women were bathing Steven ordered a carafe of coffee for the four of them.

After getting permission to sit, Allison poured herself a much needed cup of coffee. She sat and listened as the other three talked about what their plans were for the day. The doctor and nurse were going into town and setting up a clinic for the day and her master was going to read and relax around the pool after going to the gym and working out. The only problem her master and a few of the other guests had, was that the gym equipment needed to be updated.After a second cup of coffee for each person, their little party split up and went their separate ways.

Everything was going great for her this morning including the great sex. When she was slipping on her dress, she was worried that Master Steven would insist on her wearing her filthy underwear. It was kind of comical as she looked at the underwear that was laying half in the wastepaper basket at the same moment Steven looked at them. Both were looking at them and neither person was doing anything about it. Finally he just motioned with a nod of his head for her to go. She was hoping if she had time that she would drop by her place and pick up a clean pair. She would have if it was not for meeting a mistress going for a morning stroll. Allison had to stand off the path with her head bowed while the mistress smelled the flowers and waited for her to pass. By than it was too late and she went directly to her exercise class.

Upon entering the gym she spotting Alicia talking with Bryan. She only had time to say good mornings to her room mates when Slave Don entered.

"I'll be taking over for Master Tim this morning. If any of you pitiful looking slaves think you can get away with slacking off. Think again." Don said in his booming voice.

Each slave knew what the procedure was as they stripped down to their underwear and waited in a straight line except Allison who did not have time to get a pair of undies on her way to class.

Slave Don was a tyrant as he drove the slaves through their exercise routine. Finally the hour was over and Alicia and she were sitting on the exercise mats getting their breath back from running two laps of the track. One of the slaves in their class said. "Thank God that's over with." Unfortunately for the slaves, Slave Don over heard the comment and made the whole class run another two laps of the track.

Bryan walked over to them after the class and the three of them walked back to their quarters together. On the way, Allison asked why Bryan was at the early morning exercise class instead of the later one.

Bryan told her that he had pleased his mistress and she had given him permission to change to the early morning class if Master Tim gave his permission and if there was an opening. So when Master Tim was giving him his morning enema, he wiggled his bum nicely while Master Tim ran his hands over him. This way I can get a couple more hours a day on my research.

"Hell, I would have gone down on him if he wanted me to." Bryan said.

"You will be more than giving him head by the end of two weeks." Alicia laughed.

"So I take it that Master Tim hands out the enema's while the doctor and the nurse are away?" Allison asked. The longer she was here at the resort, the more she was amazed on how it was ran.

"Don't forget Mistress Gabriel. She is a bitch in capital letters. She helps him. I don't think she put any ointment on the nozzle this morning when she shoved it up my ass." Alicia said as the three of them entered their bungalow.

Within a few minutes Allison was relaxing as the hot water soothed her. She knew her room mates were enjoying the same as she heard the showers in their rooms.

Allison was just finishing her toiletries when Alicia entered.

"Remember what I told you about you not being the only one shaved down below." Alicia said.

"Yes." Allison replied.

"Well." Alicia said as she bent her knees and lifted up her dress. Pulling aside the crotch of her panties, Allison could see that her friend was cleanly shaved.

"When did that happen?"

"Yesterday when my mistress called."

Alicia turned to leave the room when Allison walked up behind her and pulled down her underwear. For whatever reason she did that for she did not know. When Allison was in the girls school, they used to horse around like that every so often. Alicia took the jester in good faith and chased Allison out into the sitting room after she had pulled up her underwear. With both women laughing, Alicia was trying to corner Allison so that she could do the same to her. Allison never heard Bryan sneak up behind her, until she felt her undies being yanked down around her ankles. Both women looked at Bryan and started chasing him around the room. Although he did not wear any underwear, the women would try to grab a feel of his male equipment.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of yanking undies down and grabbing, the three of them were laughing so hard they could not go on. Allison was sprawled face down on the sitting room rug with her underwear around her ankles. She had one leg in and the other out and she was holding her sides from laughing so hard. Alicia was draping over the arm of the couch with her panties part way down her thighs and was trying to pull them up as tears of laughter ran down her face. Bryan was slumped in the chair and every time Alicia attempted to hoist up her undies, he would hook his toe in them and pulled them back down. Finally the three of them pulled themselves together except for an odd chuckle, and went for breakfast.

 

While the antics were going on at the slaves quarters, Steven received a call from security as he was lazing around the pool and having his penis sucked by a permanent slave. The call was from the head of security, informing him that something strange was going on in his slave's quarters and should they do anything about it. Once the security officer said what was taking place, Steven had a laugh and told them no. He also told him that they could cease monitoring of his slave's quarters. Steven was pleased with Allison's conduct, she had become an obedient slave.

 

As the three slaves ate a hardy breakfast the topic of what they did the night before came up. Alicia informed them that she did get traded to Master Paul, the baseball player.

"You were right Allison when you said he was hung. Kinky too. He had his slave and me acting like a couple of whores." Alicia said with a smile.

"What did your mistress use as a slave?" Allison asked.

"No need to worry about Mistress Meka. She showed up at the orgy my mistress threw with two permanent male slaves." Bryan mentioned. "The last time I saw Mistress Meka, she was sandwiched between her two slaves."

"Oh! An orgy. My favorite form of entertainment. How did that turn out?" Alicia asked.

"Tough." Bryan said with a little chuckle.

"How about you? The way you been acting this morning, you must have gotten satisfied." Alicia asked as she turned to Allison.

Allison gave them a cut down version of what took place that morning. She skipped over telling them all that took place. But she did let them know that she enjoyed her morning sex capades.

After relaxing over another coffee, Bryan wished the women a good day and stood up to take his leave. That was when the girls asked him to go swimming with them. It seemed such a waste when the three of them got along so good together that they should not spend more time together. Bryan explained that he wished he could but he needed to spend more time on deciphering those manuscripts.

It was uncanny as the two women exchanged glaces. Allison knew what Alicia was going to ask Bryan before she said it.

"How about if Allison and I help you."

"Well. If you do not mind. I could use the help." Bryan replied. Their help would come in handy even if it was just looking over reference books.

For the remainder of the week the three slaves worked well together. It surprised Bryan on how much help Allison and Alicia were. Alicia was a help with her being fluent in Greek. She could translate some old Greek documents that had references pertaining to Bryan's quest. Allison worked well with Alicia, Allison had a knack with dates and names. After the second day Allison could tell the period of some dynasties. She knew anything pertaining to The Old Kingdom, 2700 to 2200 B.C., which was anywhere between the third and sixth dynasties, were important to Bryan. Another dynasty he was interested in was called The Intermediate Period, 2200 to 1650 B.C. which was between the seventh and eleventh dynasties. Bryan wanted to know immediately any information that Alicia might find on three particular kings, a King Djedefre, King Khnufu, and King Knafe which all came from The Old Kingdom.

The three slaves would start their day with their morning exercise class followed by a shower and breakfast. Next they would spend about two hours at the library pouring over old documents. Sometimes the women wondered what they'd gotten themselves into helping Bryan but by one o'clock he would call it quits for the day and the three of them would have lunch and then lounge around the pool until about three or four o'clock.

At times during the day Allison almost forgot she was a slave. It was a different story at night when her master kept her guessing about the plans he had for her. One thing she was always aware of was that she was in a constant state of arousal.

 

 

Richard thought he was dreaming. He felt something slimly between the cheeks of his ass.

Opening his eyes and turning his head, he found his slave Thalia licking him between the cheeks of his bottom.

"Does my master enjoy this?" Thalia said once she saw her master looking over his shoulder.

Closing his eyes again he allowed Thalia to continue. After a few more minutes of enjoying Thalia's expertise at bum licking, he grabbed her and rolled her on her back.

"Master I have not washed down there yet." Thalia warned her master.

"Hush. I did not ask for your comment." Richard replied as spread her legs wider apart and lowered his face to her aroused vagina. The smell was pungent but it was erotic as Richard started to slowly tease her with his tongue. While Richard was orally stimulating her, Thalia positioned her head so she could take Richard's erection into her mouth and torment him as he was doing to her.

Thalia knew she was close to coming. Another couple of licks from Richard and she would be there. She increased her efforts on making her master come by taking his whole erection into her mouth and deep throating him. Slipping a hand between his buttocks, Thalia pushed gently with her middle finger until it entered Richard's anus. Within seconds it had the desired effect on him and she felt his penis expand and tasted the first volley of his come. When Richard felt himself lose control, he buried his face into Thalia's moist pubic hair and sucked at her throbbing clit until she started to come.

Richard continued to lie on top of Thalia until his penis slowly started to shrink and slip from his slave's mouth. Afterward the two of them showered and sat out on the patio in the nude and relaxed with a cup of coffee. Richard found the morning breeze soothing as he laid his head back and let the sounds of a new day begin.

A light knocking on the door jolted both Thalia and him from their own thoughts. After Richard had put on a robe, he told Thalia to answer the door. Neither of them had to guess who was at the door but they were surprised when Gabriel and Tim entered. Both had a cheerful smile as they introduced themselves to Richard and explained that they would be performing the enemas today. After informing Richard that Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol had other obligations that they had to attend to, they motioned for Thalia to following them into the bathroom.

Richard stood and watched Thalia as she submitted to the enema. After a few minutes he started to get an erection as he watched Gabriel spread Thalia's bottom and insert the nozzle. To save himself any embarrassment he stood out on the patio and watched as The Spa came to life. One thing about being a master, your mind is always working on ways to humiliate your slave. As Gordon told Richard "always keep your slave guessing on what you are going to do to her" and Richard just thought of a wicked punishment for his slave.

Upon hearing the toilet flush, Richard rejoined Tim and Gabriel as they were preparing to leave. After seeing the two of them to the door, Richard removed his robe and relaxed again out on the patio.

"Would you like for me to take care of that for you, Master?" Thalia asked as she watched her master stretch out on the lounge with his erection sticking up.

"No thank you, but you can get us another coffee." Richard replied while he looked at Thalia and wrapped his hand around his penis and pumped his erection a couple of times.

"Master. Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee." Thalia asked for the second time. She needed to relieve herself after the after the first cup. Since then Richard had made her drink another two cups and the need to pee was getting uncomfortable.

"No. It is time for your exercise class." Richard said as he went into the bedroom and got dressed.

Thalia knew her master had some devilish plan for her, she did not know what. Donning a clean dress and clean underwear, she bowed her head as her master attached her leash.

Being lead around by a leash always made Thalia aroused. This time was no exception. The more she thought about having to pee the worst it felt. As she followed her master, the only thing on her mind was when was he going to let her go to the washroom.

"There you go." Richard said as they stopped beside an open area that had not been planted with flowers.

"Pardon me. Master." Thalia asked. She did not know what Richard wanted of her. The only thing she saw was a dirt field and a few people walking by on the sidewalk.

"You have to go to the washroom. Do it in the dirt."

She did not know what to do. He gave her a direct order and being a slave she had to do as he told her to do.

Hiking up her dress and pulling down her underwear, she squatted in the dirt and did her personal business in plan view as people stopped and stared at her. This had to be the most embarrassing thing so far since coming to Pleasure Incorporated. However, one thing was for sure, it had been a long time since she had been this aroused. She stole a glance at her master as she stepped over a small trickle of urine and stood beside him with her head bowed. She could hardly wait until she got to the exercise class and brag to Diana how perverted her master was to her.

On the way to meet Gordon for golf, Richard whistled a tune and anticipated another fine day at The Spa. Today would be a good time to ask Gordon about borrowing Diana so that she and Thalia could put on a lesbian show for Gordon and him. It had been years since he saw two women have sex with each other.

CHAPTER 13****

Before Allison got dressed, she weighed herself. She took a second look at the scales to really confirm that she had lost five pounds in the last week. Looking over her shoulder at herself in the mirror, she noticed that she had lost most of it from her rear end.

"You look good. This type of living seems to agree with you." Alicia said as Allison spied the reflection of Alicia looking at her in the mirror.

"I feel good also. It has to be all that darn exercising." Allison replied. The three of them had finished their morning exercises and had returned to their quarters to shower and get changed before going for breakfast.

In the last three days Alicia and she had helped Bryan out during the day and pleased their Mistress and Master at night. Each evening Allison had experienced a new form of depravity that her master had thought up. The same day that Nurse Carol and she had the great sex in the morning, she had another new experience with her master and Master Herman that night. The two virile men ravished her body until they made her beg them to let her have an orgasm. They continued until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes they made love to her together and at other times only one at a time while the other sat back and watched. This continued until neither one could get another erection. She was exhausted the next day and sorry to say not of much assistance to Bryan and Alicia. Her two new found friends were sympathetic and chuckled about her predicament that morning when she showed up for the exercise class. That night her master and she relaxed over an excellent dinner of Cuban lobster and snow crab at the seafood restaurant.

The next night Master Steven traded her to Mistress Gabriel. Alicia having informed her that Mistress Gabriel was a bitch, Allison did everything that a slave could do to please her. Mistress Gabriel enjoyed it when a slave lingered over sucking on her toes. At times Allison had anywhere from one toe in her mouth to just about all five. While she was performing this. Lisa, Mistress Gabriel's slave was sucking the toes of her other foot. The night was a blur of sexual deviations. At times she would be performing oral sex on Lisa while Mistress Gabriel would be watching them while she manipulated herself with a vibrator. Allison found that she enjoyed the stimulation of female sex, especially when Mistress Gabriel had sex with her while she was wearing her strap on dildo. The night was long with Mistress Gabriel refusing her to have an orgasm, although she allowed her slave to have them. Whenever she was on the brink of an orgasm, Mistress Gabriel would turn her over on her knees and deliver a sound spanking on her bottom. Before leaving Mistress Gabriel's bungalow that morning, she experienced the most degrading form of slavery when her mistress told her to lay naked in the bathtub. She did not know what to expect until Mistress Gabriel also got into the tub and stood with her legs on each side of her prone body and urinated all over her. She knew that this was one of the most degrading acts that she had to perform so far, but for some reason she still got aroused just thinking about it. Feeling totally sexually frustrated after her night with Mistress Gabriel, she joined Alicia and Bryan at the exercise class. For the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon, she preferred her duties standing than to sitting. After the night she had with Mistress Gabriel, she appreciated her master even more.

"Are you girls going to admire yourselves all day? I'm hungry." Bryan jokingly asked as he stuck his head into Allison's room.

"You pervert. Do you get off on looking at women getting dressed?" Allison replied just as good naturally while she looked around for something handy to throw at him.

"I'll be out in the sitting room when the two of you are ready." Bryan said as he ducked out of the room.

Allison had a leisurely breakfast of french toast loaded with sirup and home fries plus a small dish of grits that Alicia and Bryan made fun of. Bryan had given the women today and tomorrow off to relax and just take it easy.

Tomorrow was an important day at The Spa. This was when the mistresses and masters had their golf tournament. It was a small affair with only eighteen holes played. What followed was of interest for the slaves. This was the slave Olympics. Each master and mistress has entered their slave into different sexual competitions. The slaves do not know which competition they will be competing in until they call out their name. Over breakfast Alicia and Bryan filled Allison in on what to expect the next night. Allison suppressed a smile at the wickedness. She hoped to enjoy the Olympics.

After eating Bryan left and went to do more paperwork and the women went to see which slaves were being traded. Slaves could be traded anytime that their mistress or master wanted, but most waited until after the first week.

Allison looked at the posting with dread. She hopped that Master Steven had been happy with her. Still, there was no guarantee that he would not trade her. The list was short with only four trades on the board. Thank God, she was not one of them. Two of the names she recognized. One was Slave Tanya, she was the television star. Her master, Master Owen, who was an older man about forty-five was trading her. Across from the slave's name was the name of the new mistress or master that they were being traded to. In this case Mistress Gabriel traded her slave for Tanya. Lisa was Mistress Gabriel's slave and was a pleasant woman that looked to be about sixteen, which was impossible because a person had to be at lease twenty-one to be admitted at The Spa.

"Mistress Gabriel will not take any of Tanya's sass." Alicia said. "Master Owen is too soft on his slaves."

"Why? Have you had him for a master?" Allison asked as she continued to scan the names.

"I never had him for a permanent master. I have had a couple of sessions with him. He's on the kinky side. I'll tell you about him later." Alicia replied as she also read off the other names.

The other three trades that they posted, Allison did not know who they were except that one of the slaves was in their exercise class.

Both of them let out a sigh of relief that they were not they were not on the list. They looked at the other list. This one had the names of any slave that was sent to the dungeon and also the duration of their stay. The first of the three names was Slave Thalia, duration one night. Slave Jason, duration twenty-four hours. Slave Jennifer, duration forty-eight hours.

"So Mistress Ingrid did send Jason to the dungeon." Allison said to herself.

For the remainder of the day the two women sunned themselves, played a little water sports and just relaxed. Allison also noticed that she was beginning to brown up just nicely from the little she was in the sun. After a light noonday meal, Alicia and she had a siesta before their mistress and master summoned them.

Instead of a quiet dinner that evening Master Steven and she joined three other couples, Mistress Ingrid and Jason, Mistress Meka and Alicia and Master Paul and Lotta. After the meal all four couples went over to Bar Aztec for after dinner cocktails and listen to the Latin music being played by a small band. Allison had the opportunity to talk with Lotta as the two women went to the washroom. Lotta was the female slave that broke down and started crying the night of the slave auction. It was not the fact that she did not want to be there, she had a touch of food poisoning that laid her up for a couple of days. Like Allison this was her first time at The Spa. Both of them giggled as they admitted their stay had been stimulating to say the lease.

"Move it slaves. This is not a social exchange." Slave Sarah ordered. She had only been a permanent slave for a little over a year and this was her first assignment of responsibility. Her job at The Spa besides the sexual part of being a slave was washroom supervisor.

"Yes Slave Sarah." Both women answered as they finished their business.

After a couple of drinks, the couples said their goodnights and went their separate ways.

The next day was going to be a busy day with most of the mistresses and masters in the golf tournament. It was going to be a busy day for the slaves also. After they had their morning exercise, they were put to work. The male slaves were assigned to the heavier jobs of getting the main banquet area ready for the feast that they were holding after the golf tournament. The female slaves were issued lighter tasks such as cleaning and scrubbing the stag floor. Presiding over the slaves was Master Tim and Mistress Gabriel. Both would be carrying a strap for any slave who did not pull his weight.

 

Richard found his mornings flying by with playing eighteen holes of golf each day on one of the two courses. After a light noonday meal that he usually had with Gordon, the two men would go their separate ways. Sometimes he would have a nap for an hour or so before spending time around the pool. Nights were the focal point of the day. This was when he would summon Thalia and the two of them would dine with Gordon and his slave.

The sex was great. Not good but great. Richard never tired of new sexual perversions that Gordon and he thought up. Switching slaves was not uncommon for the men or even having Thalia and Diana pleasuring them at the same time. What Richard found that he enjoyed mostly was watching the two slaves indulging in oral sex with each other. This was something that he never tired of. He wondered if Allison ever had sexual fantasies of having sex with another woman. When the evening was over and Thalia and he were by their selves and were ready to retire for the evening, he would always find some reason to punish her.

After a week of being master and slave, each of them knew what the other person liked. Richard knew Thalia looked forward to her punishment which consisted of him turning her over his lap and giving her a spanking on her bottom with his bare hand. Not only did Thalia enjoyed this, but Richard delighted in this also. By the time he was finished chastising Thalia, he would have a raving erection. He delighted in deigning Thalia the opportunity of relieving him of his erection. He found with having sex as often as he wanted it, he enjoyed going to bed and snuggling up to Thalia with his erection pressing against her. The next morning he would awake with Thalia's wet tongue licking his bottom or with her tenderly giving him head.

CHAPTER 14****

The day started early for Allison with Steven rousing her out of bed at six o'clock. He had a tee off time of seven o'clock with his two partners Mistress Nicole and Master Herman. Not all of the mistresses and masters golfed, but the ones that did were paired off in threes. The golfers consisted usually of two men and one woman or two women and a man.

This altered her routine by having to get up early. Alicia, Bryan and she agreed that if they needed to arise early that they would have breakfast first before their exercise class. Wishing her master good luck, Allison dressed and went to the restaurant.

The restaurant was quiet this time of the morning as she poured herself a cup of coffee and took a seat facing the door so she could spot her roommates if they happened to arrive.

She only took a sip of coffee before Alicia joined her. They chatted over a coffee and than grabbed a light breakfast and kept an eye opened in case Bryan showed. When Bryan did not show, the women leisurely walked over to the gym.

They were early as they entered the gym. All the lights were down dim except the small back room that Master Tim used for an office. Keeping their voices low, they quietly crept over to Master Tim's office to spy on him through the gap in the curtain that hung from the window. Both were curious what Master Tim did in his office and that was why they were spying on him like two giddy girls.

What they did not expect was to see their roommate on his knees as Master Tim reclined in his chair. He had his pants off and Bryan was fondling Master Tim's erect penis. Both women held their breath as Bryan lowered his head and started to insert Master Tim's penis in his mouth. Alicia and Allison knew what took place when two men were having sex, this was no shock to them. What surprised them was seeing Bryan being humbled in this manner. Without saying anything to each other, both knew this was the cost Bryan had to pay for Master Tim allowing him to take the early morning exercise glass. As they backed away from the window the two of them watched Master Tim place his hands on the top of Bryan's head and force him to take the entire penis into his mouth.

The two of them left the gym as quietly as they entered without making a sound. Neither of them said anything to each other on what they had witnessed and they would not mention it to anyone else either.

About ten minutes later a couple of the other slaves showed up and the four of them entered the gym together. The morning class went smoothly with Master Tim allowing

the slaves to quite earlier than normal.

In the last three days Alicia and Allison developed a friendly completion on who could run the two laps of the track the fastest. Today Allison beat out Alicia by just a few seconds. As she was competing the laps, she was thinking how nice it was not having the morning enema, considering that most of the mistresses and masters were golfing. To her dismay as she ran panting into the gym, she spotted Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol entering the slave's washroom with their instrument of humiliation, the dreaded enema.

"Slaves! Line up in the washroom for your morning enema." Master Tim ordered as the slaves came staggering in from running their two laps around the track.

As Allison stood in line behind another slave, she noticed that all the slaves were undergoing the humiliation. When the second exercise class was showing up, Master Tim ordered them into the washroom also. Mistress Gabriel was helping Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol and the line was moving along as three slaves at a time dropped to their knees to receive their enema's.

"Female slaves who are finished with their exercise class line up over there." Mister Gabriel ordered as she pointed to the far end of the washroom.

"Mistress Gabriel?"

"What is it slave?"

"Can we have a shower and get dressed first?"

"Did I tell you that you could? All you slaves have work to perform this morning. There is no use in dirtying your dresses and you won't stink any more than you do now." Mistress Gabriel declared as she rammed the enema nozzle up a male rear with no lubricant on it.

While the male slaves arranged tables around the stag area that they removed from the restaurants, the female slaves sweep the floors, placed table cloths on the tables and assortment of light duties. Tonight all three restaurants would be serving their food outside the restaurants in a style of a food court.

Only once did Alicia and her feel the bite of Mistress Gabriel's leather belt across their rear ends. That was when they were washing the stag floor with a couple of the other slaves and Alicia and she were talking in a hush voice. They never heard Mistress Gabriel come up behind them until they felt the sting of her belt.

By noon all the preparations for the nights activities were completed. The stag area was scrubbed clean and the tables from the different restaurants were arranged around it. Both Alicia and Allison never had to do manual labor as they just did. As Alicia commented. "That is why you have maids." Both chuckled as they went and started getting ready for what was in store for them tonight.

 

Richard awoke as usual with Thalia licking his hard erection. It would be so easy to allow her to continue as he watched her tilt her head and smile at him as she continued to stimulate him. When he was at the point of giving in to her, he grabbed her and pinned her down on the bed. He raised his hand and delivered about six light swats on her behind.

"Why did you do that? Master." Thalia asked as she held the cheeks of her bottom after Richard released her.

"That is in case you do something you are not suppose to do today and I do not find out about it" Richard replied as he went into the bathroom to shower and get prepared for his golf tournament.

Richard was having a good time at the resort. Not only was he getting all the sex he could handle. He could feel that his muscles were toning up from playing a round of golf per day and that he had lost a few pounds of flab plus swimming in the olympic size pool and often Gordon and him would work out in the gym for awhile. The equipment in the gym was out dated but Gordon and a few of the other guests mentioned it to the management and in turn they said this problem would be looked after.

He could not believe how Gordon and him had become friends. Usually Richard had been reserved about striking up a friendship anyone. Richard knew he had seen his face before, but he just could not figure out where. It came to him about three o'clock one morning when he was waking up from a dream. Sure enough when he asked Gordon the next day, he was the person Richard thought he was. Gordon was one of the top ten professional golfers on the tour for the last three years. Now Richard knew why Gordon was such a good golfer.

For the tournament he was teamed him with two women, Abigail and Ingrid. As much as he looked forward to the golf tournament, he was anticipating the festivities afterwards. During the past week all the mistresses and masters had received a notice about the upcoming Slave Olympics and whether they wanted their slave to complete. After asking Gordon how he should mark the form for entering Thalia in the games. Gordon informed him that the main reason for the Slave Olympics was to reward the slaves and for them to have some fun. It did not matter on winning or losing, it was just a way for the slaves to enjoy themselves. We have the golf tournament and they have the Olympics. The Olympic games listed four female and two male categories. A slave could compete in one or all of them, whichever their mistress or master wished. Gordon cautioned Richard about not entering his slave into too many events. The Olympics is only a prelude to the sexual activities that takes place after the banquet. A mistress or master does not want to burn their slave out early so that they could enjoy the rest of the proceedings. After scanning the list, Richard stroked off two of the competitions that he thought Thalia would enjoy competing in.

CHAPTER 15***

After Mistress Gabriel had dismissed Alicia and Allison from their cleaning duties, they went back to their bungalow to take a well-needed bath. After cleaning up both had a light lunch and decided have a nap before applying their makeup and doing their hair in preparations for the evening. Tonight was going to be different compared to the previous evenings. The slave's masters and mistresses would be sitting among themselves in the food court while they dinned and then would watch the Slave Olympics on stage in the comfort of their chairs. The slaves would eat at the slave's restaurant and than report to the stag area where they would have chairs and tables set up for them so that they could enjoy the show when they were not competing.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman. To night we bring you the Slave Olympics." Charles said as the spot light shone on him as he took center stage.

For the next half hour, Charles joked with the audience and had them in the palm of his hand. Even the slaves were having a laugh at Charles comedy routine. The two weeks he spent at The Spa was more than a sexual vacation for him. This took him back to the days when he was a struggling stand up comic. Back then he could tell off-colored jokes and no studio bosses would be down his throat. That was the price he had to pay with being one of the most successful television host on American television.

"Let the games begin. The first contest of the night is called the Anal Probe." Charles said as he gave the signal for the curtain to be raised on the opposite side of the stag. As the curtain was raised and the lights turned up, four permanent female slaves stood in the nude.

"For anyone new at The Spa, the object of this competition is for these lovely slaves to make their four male counterparts have an orgasm while having their little bottoms . . . you get the main point of the game. Whoever of the male slaves lasts the longest wins." Charles explained. As he finished explaining, he clapped his hands twice and four nude male slaves entered from the back of the stag.

It did not surprised Allison to see that Bryan was a contestant. Along with him was Jason, Mistress Ingrid's slave plus Alex the slave who was first auctioned off when they were assigned their mistress and masters the first night. This was the first time that she had seen him since then. The last slave was a slave by the name of Frank that she had only saw a couple of times.

"Female slaves. Come forward and kneel on your assigned mats on the floor." Charles motioned as the permanent slaves knelt in the doggy position on the floor.

"Male slaves. Kneel behind your proper bitch and prepare to enter her." Charles ordered the males.

"Master Tim has the honor of applying the paddle to any slave that he thinks that is not riding his bitch steady or hard enough." Charles turned his head to introduced Master Tim. Master Tim acknowledged the introduction by raising a mean looking paddle that he had in his hand and nodding his head.

"I never thought Bryan was that well hung." Alicia whispered to Allison as he stood behind his prospective slave. All four male's had erections and waited for the word to get started.

"Mistresses, masters, and slaves put your hands together and root on your favorite slave." Charles encouraged the audience.

Alicia and she started to clap as they rooted for Bryan. Allison had a hard time believing that only a short week ago that she would have found a spectacle like this totally

disgusting.

"Come on Bryan." She yelled as she watched Alicia put her fingers to her mouth and encouraged Bryan on with a whistle.

Early in the competition Alicia said to Allison "Watch Frank, he will not last long. This is likely the first time he came all week. His mistress is a total bitch." A very short time later Frank collapsed on top of his partner. The slaves were instructed beforehand, when the male orgasms the two of them are to lie on the stage until the competition is over.

The next slave to expire was Alex. His body went rigid as he started to come and he was making a whimpering sound. Anyone that was watching him knew that he was coming. Master Tim was right there as Alex stopped pumping into his partner. Tim delivered two hard swats of the paddle across Alex's ass before he and his mate collapsed on the stage. Ever after they were down, Alex continued to pump the last of his passion into her as she clinched his penis deep inside her.

"You can do it Bryan. Hang in there. Ride her. Don't give up." Alicia and Allison were yelling to their roommate.

Jason was getting his fair share of support also. His two roommates were yelling out their support for him. Everyone was in a joyous mood, even the mistresses and masters were getting in the mood with whistles and hand clapping.

Finally after about ten minutes strenuous sex, Jason and his mate collapsed with him on top of her. Allison watched as his bottom continued to rise up and down while he spewed the last of his seed.

"Let us have a big hand for the winner, Bryan, Mistress Ingrid's slave." Charles announced as he grabbed Bryan's hand and raised it over his head. With the clapping and cheering going on, you would have thought Bryan had won a championship of a different kind.

"Slaves. You know the penalty for losing." Charles said to the three couples laying on the floor. The female slaves resumed their doggy style position on the floor and the losing male slaves couched behind them. Within seconds the male slaves had their tongues buried where their penises had been a short time before.

"Make sure you do not leave any trace of your disgusting selves behind." Master Tim ordered as he walk back and forth behind the slaves observing the males licking their discharge from the bottom's of the females.

"Should we allow our winner to lighten his load?" Charles asked the audience as he walked over to the edge of the stage and motioned for everyone to acknowledge his request as he started to clap.

Nodding his head toward the female slave, she reached up and wrapped her hands around Bryan's stiff erection and started to masturbate him. Within seconds he found the relief he craved as his pent up lust landed on a discarded mat that a slave had used.

"There will be a short intermission while we get the next competition arranged." Charles said as the lights dimmed and the stage crew started cleaning.

Bryan joined Alicia and Allison at their table after other slaves had congratulated him with slaps on the back and hand shakes plus a bit of good nature ribbing that he took in good sport.

"I been trying to win that competition for the last two years." Bryan said after both women gave him a kiss on the cheek in a way of congratulations.

"Those women know how to milk a person." He continued to say as a waiter delivered a bottle of strange looking beer to the table.

"What is that and who sent it?" Allison commented after she smelt it.

"Egyptian beer. It's quite good once you get used to it." Bryan explained.

"No thank you."

"My Mistress sent it to me. It is her way of rewarding me."

Allison was having a good time with her two roommates and she even had a taste of Bryan's beer which she told him what he could do with it. All three were laughing and did not see Slave Rachael walk over to them and tap Allison on the shoulder.

"Come with me slave. You will be competing next."

"What will I be competing in Slave Rachael?" Allison asked as she followed her around to the back of the stag.

"You find out shortly."

Two other female slaves and a male slave joined Allison within a few minutes. Slave Rachael ordered all four to remove their clothes and take a seat. The four slaves were talking among themselves when Peter walked into the small room to explain to them the object of the next competition.

"The game was simple. On stage the masters will be behind a partition and will have their penises sticking out through a hole in the partition. Your task is to distinguish who your master is by sucking each penis while being blindfolded." Peter explained. When they asked no questions, the slaves were lead onto the stage with their blindfolds firmly in place.

"We call this competition Guess Who Your Master Is." Charles explained as the audience started to laugh. "Each contestant will have fifteen seconds to suck, lick or whatever they want before moving onto the next master. After they are finished with all four of the masters the slave can have one retry at any of the penises they want."

Allison was nervous as they guided her to the first master and told her to kneel. Kneeling on a cushion, her head was forced forward till her mouth encountered her first penis. Not knowing how hard it was going to be to distinguish the different sizes of the penises that she would encounter, she had to think of a game plan fast. She was confident that she could tell her Master's penis, but then again she was not sure. Taking the first penis in her mouth as far as she could, she ran her tongue around the head of it. Before she knew, they removed her from the penis she was sucking to the next in line. She kept to her game plan on all four of the masters. Taking the penis as far into her mouth as possible and then running her tongue around the head. While she was competing, the merriment was continuing in the same style as first game. She was sure that she heard Alicia's voice calling out in encouragement.

"Have you decided which one is your master?" Charles asked as Allison stood next to him on the stag.

"No, I have not, Master. Can I sample master number two again, please?" Allison asked. This was harder than she figured and she was going to take any assistance that she could.

It did not matter that she was standing unashamedly in the nude in front of an audience of people.

Slave Rachael positioned her in front of contestant number two. She thought her master was number two or three. Whichever one she chose, it was only going to be a guess.

"Which one will it be?" Charles prompted her.

"Master number two." Allison replied. She had her fingers crossed, hoping she made the right choice.

"You have guessed right." Charles announced as he held her arm up in victory.

Charles removed her blindfold and she walked off the stage to retrieve her dress and join her friends. While walking back to her table after getting dressed, her fellow slaves congratulated her as they had with Bryan. She knew she was blushing as she acknowledged her win as her two room mates also congratulated her on her win. She felt good about herself that she had won. While she watched the other three contestants go through the same procedure as she did, she noticed that she was incredibly horny. She did not know if she got more aroused by participating or watching, but it surprised her that none of the other three guessed their right master.

"Due to an overwhelming response from our men, we will have another contest with four new slaves." Charles said as the last slave exited the stag.

Within minutes four new masters stood behind the partition and shoved their penis through the hole. The mistresses and masters were having a good time with cat calls and laughter coming from their friends as the four men waited for their slaves to guess the right master.

The first slave to try to guess the right master was a male. While he was in the process of guessing his master. A waiter served Allison a drink of a brandy and she knew it was a reward from her master. Allison found it stimulating watching a male slave performing oral sex on a master. The male slave could not distinguish which one was his master and exited the stage as the second slave tried her luck. The second slave could not guess either and was replaced. The third slave on stage was Thalia and Allison was shocked to know that her husband was a contestant. She knew that Richard was aware what the chances was of him having his cock suck by another male. Maybe she was not the only person that The Spa was affecting. Out of these four slaves, the only one who was able to guess their master correctly was Thalia.

The next competition was similar as with the masters but this time they laid the mistresses on their backs and covered from the waist up. Allison watched by herself because her two roommates were both in the event. As in the previous competition there was the same good natured fun while the three female and six male slaves tried to guess who their mistress was.

No slave could guess their mistress but from the groans and the moaning emerging from the mistresses, they were enjoying themselves.

Another short break in the festivities was called as preparations for the next competitions were set up. A couple of the mistresses who participated in the last event took the opportunity to relieve their sexual frustrations out on their slaves. Spreading their legs when they returned to their table, they commanded the slave to continue from where they left off.

Alicia and Allison were both enjoying a glass of wine that Mistress Meka had sent to their table when Slave Rachael approached them.

"Both of you. Please come with me." Rachael ordered.

Finishing off their drink, they followed her again to the back of the stage. This time about a dozen female slaves stood in the nude waiting for the next event.

"This event, we call the bicycle race. Please bring the slaves forward." Charles asked as they raised the curtain.

Allison's heart was in her throat as she was shown the bicycle she was to ride. All the bicycles were stationary but what made these bicycles different was that protruding from a special-made seat there was a six-inch dildo.

"If you notice these bicycles have a special feature." Charles said with a laugh as he wrapped his hand around one of the dildos and pumped it a few times with laughter and a few comments coming from the audience. "The main computer has evenly geared and controlled all the bicycles to stimulate an actual race. The object of the game is to see how many of these beautiful slaves can finish the race without having an orgasm."

"Helping us with the race and making sure that each slave sits completely down on the seat as she petals will be Nurse Carol, Doctor Redfield and myself. Master Tim will be monitoring the computer."

Allison felt the dido enter her as Nurse Carol directed it into her moist vagina and knew that she would not be able to last long before having an orgasm.

"You will not last long." Carol whispered to Allison as her vagina clamped its self around the dido. Allison felt Nurse Carol run her hand over her bottom before moving onto the next slave to be helped unto her bicycle seat.

"On the count of three. Start pedaling." Charles ordered as he grabbed his paddle and walked amongst the four slaves that he was observing. Charles loved nothing better than to be able to smack a nice rounded bottom of a slave who did not fully impale herself on the dido as she pedaled. Nothing turned Charles on more than hearing a woman whimper as she was getting her bottom smacked. Even now he had an erection before the competition started. He was going to make sure that all four of his slaves would feel the sting of his paddle.

Allison felt the sting of Charles paddle after only a couple of revolutions of the bicycle. Her legs felt like jelly before the race started and as she started to pedal, the dido popped out of her vagina. Before she had a change of fitting it back in, she felt the sting of the paddle land across the twin orbs of her behind. She tried her best to keep pedaling and not to concentrate on how aroused she was. As she continued to move up and down and to make sure that the dido was fully impaled in her, she knew she was fighting a losing battle as she felt her orgasm starting. Charles was right there as she stopped her pedaling and sat hard on her bicycle seat with the dildo deep inside of her and let her orgasm overtake her. Even his paddle could not get her to continue the race as she laid her head in her arms and leaned over the handlebars of the bicycle until her orgasm subsided.

Allison returned to her table after Slave Rachael had helped her off the bicycle. She did not know if she was the first person not to continue the race. Once she was back at her table with Bryan, her composure had started to return to normal and that was when she noticed a couple of other bicycles were lacking their riders.

She was thoroughly enjoying herself as Bryan and she encouraged Alicia on. The race lasted about twenty minutes and by that time only four riders remained. Charles congratulated the four slaves after they had been helped off their bicycles and who were now standing in line behind him.

 

Richard and his two female golfing companions had an enjoyable round of golf. All three had a good score with Richard shooting one under par. This was the best he had shot all week and he was proud that he did that well. All three of them relaxed with drinks in the club house after the game as the other golfers started to come off the course. Everyone was in a festive mood as they came off the course and mingled with their fellow golfers. Richard spotted Gordon and asked him how he did. He had excused himself from Abigail and Ingrid with a promise of sitting with them for dinner that night. Gordon shot a club record of six under par and took a little kidding from his fellow golfers why he could not do that well when he was on tour.

He had a couple more drinks and chatted with a few of the other golfers he got to know before excusing himself. He needed a shower and he also would not mind grabbing a nap before the festivities got under way. Gordon told Richard that tonight would be an enjoyable evening and the partying would go on till dawn.

About seven o'clock Richard strolled over to the banquet hall and made his way over to the table where Ingrid and Abigail were sipping on some kind of tropical drink. After ordering a brandy on the rocks he had a few minutes of light conversation with the ladies before the lights were dimmed and Charles walked on stage. During the first game where the male slaves were having anal sex with the female, Richard felt Abigail's hand on his crotch feeling his erection. They were not the only people that the show was effecting. He watched a woman from the next table, who had been playing golf with her two males companions, slip under the table. By the looks on the guys faces, there was no need to guess what she was doing to them.

He watched with amusement as four men got on stage and poked their cocks through the holes in the partition. What he was not prepared for was to see his wife as a contestant as she was lead blindfolded onto the stage. Richard did not stop Abigail's hand this time as she unzipped his fly and removed his penis from his pants. The sight of his wife performing oral sex so sexually aroused him that it was a relief to have his penis out of his pants. He could not believe his eyes when Allison went down on the last contestant. This was a black cock that made Richard just about orgasm as he watched her take him in her mouth. If Allison's family or ancestors could see what she was doing, they would hide their faces in shame. Imagine a white woman doing a disgusting thing like that to a black man. She should be tarred and feathered and driven out of town. As he eased Abigail's finger's from around his penis, he had an idea. Originally he never signed Thalia up for this event. He knew that the chances were good that there would be a male slave as a participant and he did not know if he could accept a male sucking on his cock. If his wife could suck on a cock as she just did and know that he was watching her, he could return courtesy of being a contestant. He had to find Peter to see if he was still able to enter in the contest. Excusing himself from his two female companions, he placed his erect penis back into his pants and did up the fly as he went looking for Peter.

Richard felt awkward standing behind the partition with his penis protruding through a hole. It was not the fact the audience was looking at it. The fact was he felt a little squeamish with having a male sucking on his cock. He had a look at the four slaves who were competing and one was a male.

After the competition was over, Richard was glad he did not have to be the one guessing. He could not tell if it was a female or male who was sucking him as they all did an excellent job.

There were another two events and by the time that was over it was getting close to midnight. One of the last two events was kind of comical. The event had six female and six male slaves. They laid out the male slaves on their backs with their erections standing straight up. The object of the game was for the six female slaves to see how many of the three styrofoam hoops they could place over their rightful partner's penis. This game did not only have the audience in stitches but the contestants were having a hard time throwing the hoops from laughing so hard. Every time that a male slave would laugh, you could see his penis begin to flop and that would start another round of laughing. The last event was a game of marbles. This game was slightly different from the usual one. This time four females sat on stage with their legs spread. The purpose of the game was to see who could roll their marbles closest to their female partners genitals. By this time everyone was getting restless and was glad to see the Olympics over with.

"The management of The Spa wants to send out their congratulations to all the participants of our golf tournament and Olympics. Please enjoy the remainder of the night with whatever sexual depravities that you want to partake in." Charles said as the house lights went dim. There were going to be all kinds of sexual activities going on for the remainder of the evening and he was going to participate in as many as he could.

CHAPTER 16***

Groups of people were already starting to form for orgies at different quarters. The rule was: if a door was left open at a residence of a mistress or master, a person was welcome to partake in whatever sexual activity that was going on inside. If a door was closed, it meant one of three things: a private party was going, no one was present or they had gone to bed.

At the moment Richard had two hot and horny women that he was planning on having an orgy. Ingrid and Abigail both were looking for something different. After a week of being the dominant bitch, both were anticipating Richard controlling the sexual activities as he was now. Both women were on their knees and were paying homage to his exposed penis that Abigail had removed from his pants again after he returned to the table.

"Wow. Hold on ladies. Let's continue this after we get our slaves and go someplace more comfortable." Richard said as he stood and placed his erection back in his pants. Letting the woman finish what they started would have been so easy if he did not have better plans for them.

"We can continue this back at my place." Ingrid replied. "I have some nice toys we can try out."

The two women went one way to retrieve their slaves and Richard went the other. Making his way to Thalia's table, he met Gordon approaching him with his slave Diana, and a leash around another slave, Allison his wife.

"Hey Richard. How about joining us?"

"No thank you. I'm going to be a little busy myself."

"It's a pity. I'm going to have to look after these slaves by myself." Gordon replied as he gave Allison's bottom a squeeze.

"I see you have that slave that you wanted. How did you get her?" Richard asked.

"I was teamed with her master in the golf tournament. I asked if I could trade slaves for a night and he said if I wanted, I could have her tonight. He declined the offer of my slave saying he had other commitments. So I took him up on his offer."

"Have you seen Thalia? I have plans for her and me." Richard asked as he stole a look at his wife.

"We just left her a few minutes ago. She was still at her table. The table over there in the corner." Gordon pointed out.

"See you later." Richard replied. As he turned to leave, he gave Allison a wink and a nod. In return Allison smiled to say everything is fine.

Thalia was relieved when saw Richard walking toward her. Tonight was a bad time to be left unprotected by your mistress or master. Not only were they in a jovial mood but the staff of the resort were in the same type of party mood. Tonight was the worst time for being a slave. With having no say about who could order you around, the slave was at anyone's mercy. Thalia had already seen a female slave ordered to her knees as three male waiters swarmed around her and removed their cocks for her to suck them off.

By the time Richard and Thalia arrived at Ingrid's quarters the party had already started. Both women were stripped nude and were watching the show their two male slaves were putting on. They had their slaves engaged in oral sex with each other.

"Jason. If I have to remind you again about not taking all of Rolf's cock in your mouth, I 'll send you to the dungeons tonight." Ingrid scolded her slave.

"These slaves are useless. Why don't we tie them up and let them watch how a real man can pleasure us?" Abigail said to Ingrid as she gave Richard a kiss on the lips.

Richard watched while Jason and Rolf were secured by their wrists with their arms over their heads and fastened to an eye hook in the ceiling. He could not help but notice that both slaves had hard erections when Ingrid ran her hands along them as if she was going to jerk them off.

"You animals. You would just love it if I let you come." Ingrid said as she turned away from the helpless male slaves.

"Maybe your slave needs to be strung up? Does she not have any manners? Get your master a drink." Abigail ordered Thalia. "God. Sometimes these slaves are useless."

While Thalia was pouring Richard a brandy, she watched as the two women stripped her master of his clothes. As one of them started to slowly lick his penis, the other crammed her tongue between the cheeks of his ass and licked his little puckered anus.

Thalia was a little jealous of the two mistresses for not allowing her to partake in the sexual fun of pleasing her master. Richard had downed his drink and motioned Thalia over to him after he noticed that she still had her clothes on and was standing by the bar. To him it looked as if she was ready to cry as he ordered her to strip.

"You ladies don't mind if my slave joins in the action?" Richard asked.

He never got an answer but he thought that Abigail said something before she went back to reaming his bottom. Taking that for a yes, he had Thalia stand on the arms of the easy chair and lower her vagina onto his face while she steadied herself by holding onto the back of the chair. He could feel himself ready to come as he patted Thalia on the bottom for her to get off his face. Positioning Abigail and Ingrid side by side on the floor, he stood over the two women with his erection in his hand. Ordering Thalia to her knees, he told her what he wanted done as she started to slowly masturbate him while the women squeezed their breasts and waited for his spunk to land on them. Richard watched as Thalia aimed his come at their chest until he was spent and Thalia took his limp penis in her mouth. Abigail turned her head to Ingrid as the two of them French kissed each other while they massaged his spent lust into their breasts. After Thalia had cleaned her master, he had her perform oral sex on Abigail and Ingrid until both reached an orgasm.

The rest of the night was a haze of sex. Richard did not partake in all of the sexual activities. At times he would watch as the woman pleasured themselves with vibrators, strap-on-didos, fingers or tongues. Whenever he thought that he had enough sex, his devilish mind would think up another perverted position for the women to try.

Throughout this the two male slaves were still secured as they watch the lewd sex acts that their mistresses were performing. Every so often if Abigail or Ingrid saw that either one of their slaves were losing interest watching the sex acts or their penises were not staying erect they would torment them. A few hard swats across their bottom with a leather belt were their favorite form of torment. They even went as far as to get Jason's and Rolf's hopes up by getting on their knees and sucking their penis until they were ready to come. At the last moment they would stop and leave them hanging.

Richard stood at the railing of the patio in the nude and watched the sun began to peak. The weather called for another beautiful day as a light warm breeze drifted from the south. A bird chirped from a nearby tree and jolted him from his daydream.

"Master. Would you like another coffee?" Thalia said as she stood next to him. It had been an extraordinary night for her. She loved to participate in orgies especially when she was the only slave. Turning to her mistresses who were lounging on recliners in the nude, she asked if they required another drink or if they were in need of her services. She enjoyed being a slave to the two women also, pleasing a female or a male made no difference to her.

"No, I do not need another coffee. It's time we go home. Come along Thalia." Richard said as he went over and kissed Abigail and Ingrid.

"Wait. I'll show you to the door. Besides we should see how our worthless slaves are doing." Ingrid said as she and Abigail followed Richard.

"Fuck! I knew those two slaves are worthless." Abigail said as she looked at the two male slaves who were sleeping.

"What will you do with them?" Richard asked.

"First thing I'm going to do with Jason is to put his restraint back on. Maybe later today I might allow him to come. It will depend if he's a good boy." Ingrid replied.

"That does sound a fit punishment for Rolf also." Abigail agreed as she poured a glass of cold water and threw it at Rolf's penis. "That will make it easier to get the restraint on."

"Master. Are you not going to get dressed?" Thalia asked as Richard opened the door to leave.

"I don't feel like it. Come along." The way he felt, he could sleep for a week. He did not think anybody would get to upset on seeing a naked man and his slave.

 

Allison wished that she could have stayed with Steven for the night. She knew that she had no say in the matter as she followed Gordon and his slave to his quarters. Since coming to The Spa, she had come to terms with her bisexuality and she was looking forward to a night with Gordon and Diana.

"Gordon! Are you going to keep those two slaves all to yourself?"

Gordon stopped and looked around to see who was talking to him. Turning around he spotted Paul the baseball player that Allison had meet earlier in the week with his slave Lotta. After a few minutes of conversation he invited Master Paul and Lotta to join in the fun at his place.

Something about Paul made Allison think naughty thoughts. She did not know if it was the way he talked dirty to her or his size, but whatever it was she was looking forward to being a slave to him. With him was his slave Lotta, which Allison had meet before. She was one of the hottest black female singing stars in the last year. Looking at Lotta's petite body, she wondered how it would be making love to a black woman. By the time they got to Gordon's place, her panties were clinging to her body as if they were a second skin.

"The first thing these slaves need is a good thrashing. Damn they are slow." Gordon declared as they entered his quarters. Neither Lotta or her knew what they were slow about, but a mistress or master did not need a reason for punishing a slave.

"Paul. Why don't you start on giving them a spanking while I get us a couple of drinks?" Gordon asked as he went over to the bar.

All three slaves were now naked as they stood in line. The first slave Paul chose for a spanking was Diana. Allison held her breath as she watched Paul drape Diana over his lap and begin to spank her. For some reason, watching another person even getting spanked turned her on. After about a dozen strokes, he pushed Diana off his lap as if she was trash and motioned for Lotta to receive her spanking

"You." Gordon said as he pointed for Allison to lay over his lap.

As she lay over his lap, that queasy feeling came over her as if she was either going to have an orgasm or wet herself.

"Stop squirming. You have just earned yourself another dozen strokes."

She did her best not to fidget as Gordon's spanked her. Of all the spankings she received this week the kind she enjoyed the most was a spanking with the palm of the hand. So far the worst spanking she received was by a leather strap which she did not care for because of the way it stung. Although she did enjoy the smell of the leather as she was made to lick the belt after she was punished with it. A wooden paddle was not to severe and she enjoyed that. The best feeling that came over her was the feel of a hand striking her. After Gordon had delivered two dozen strokes, Allison sat on the carpet beside him and tried her best not to cry while she felt as if her bottom was on fire.

Allison turned her head as she heard a cry come from Lotta. Paul had his slave kneeling on the floor with her bottom raised as he laid about six stokes across her pert bottom with a leather belt.

"Gordon. Do you mind if I use your slave?" Paul asked.

"Do whatever you wish. Myself. I'm going to start with Allison." Gordon replied.

"That cunt loves sucking black cock. Don't you?" Paul said as he ordered Allison to crawl over to him. Reaching down he grabbed Allison by the hair and pulled it so that she was looking up at him.

"Yes Master."

"Let me hear you say it." Paul ordered as he gave her hair a tug.

"I love . . . sucking your big black cock, Master." Allison stammered. This treatment of her was so humiliating and degrading but she loved it.

"What are you?" Paul asked as he massaged his erection through his pants with his other hand.

"I'm a cock sucking slave, Master." Allison answered as Paul let go of her hair and allowed her to crawl back to Gordon.

Within a few minutes both men were naked and had their penises in the mouth of their respective slaves.

"Play with yourself, you fucking black cunt." Paul ordered Lotta who was watching the proceedings.

Allison wondered as she was performing oral sex on Master Gordon why that when Master Paul talked in filthy gutter language, she got turned on so much.

"Fucking bitch. I'm going to come." Gordon moaned as Allison increased her efforts in pleasing him.

"Don't allow her to swallow. I'm blowing a good load." Paul called to Gordon. "Cunt, don't swallow." Paul cautioned Diana also.

"Lotta. Come here and kiss Allison and Diana." Paul ordered his slave.

"Let's see tongue action from you three. If we don't, it will be a long time before you can sit comfortably." Gordon caution.

Allison was the first to come forward. She looked in Lotta's eyes as if to say 'I don't want to do this.' The look she received back from her was a look of a woman in heat. Tilting her head sideways, Lotta and she embraced in a passionate kiss. Opening her mouth, she transferred Gordon's spent love juice into her mouth.

"Swallow all of it." Paul ordered.

This was only the beginning of a perverted night of sex acts that the men thought up for the slaves. One sex act followed another. Sometime during the night she watched as Lotta took her master's huge penis in her anus. She wondered how a small person like her could take a penis that big, however she did not hear any complaints from her. With that sex scene unfolding before her, Master Gordon ordered her to masturbate. After Master Paul relieved his passion in Lotta's tight anus, he had Diana lay on her back and had Lotta squat over her as she expelled his spent lust into her mouth and than had Allison kiss and suck Pauls come out of her mouth. The men particularly enjoyed watching the three slaves perform oral sex on each other. As the men recuperated from the last round of sex, they had the three slaves lay on the floor and form a circle. If someone would have told Allison that she would be degraded in this style a week ago, she would have said that you were crazy. While she licked the vagina in front of her, she wiggled her tongue as far in as it would go. Allison felt Lotta's vagina contract and knew that she was having an orgasm. While this was happening to Lotta the same treatment was being done to her by Diana.

"Fucking whore loves eating black pussy also." Paul laughed as his slave orgasmed from Allison talented tongue.

Within seconds all of the slaves were moaning as they reached their orgasm.

"Do you want to fuck any of these sluts?" Paul asked.

"No. Except, I could use some fresh air." Gordon replied as he stepped over the prone body of Diana.

"I think I'll join you. It's beginning to smell like a whorehouse in here."

The three women laid still as their composure returned to normal. Allison was thinking that this could have been the best sex she had all night as she watched Lotta disengage herself from the little triangle and go into the washroom. Allison and Diana also took a turn in the washroom and did their best to freshen up.

"I got a favor to ask you guys?" Diana asked them as they were relaxing while their masters sat out on the patio and talked sports.

"Sure. What is it?" Lotta replied while nodding her head along with Allison.

"I got permission to set up a seminar, after our stay, to show the young women of the village the proper use of cosmetics. What I like to know is, can I have your used cosmetics? Most of the time they are just throw away."

"Of course. And if you want we'll mention it to the other slaves." Lotta replied. No one had to tell her how hard it for a poor girl to make herself look beautiful. Not too long ago, she had a hard enough time just feeding herself. She remembered rummaging through garbage to find some ones used lipstick.

"You can count me in also." Allison offered.

"If you want us to. We can mention it to the mistress." Paul asked. Both the men had been standing in the doorway and had overheard the conversation.

"Thank you Master. I will appreciate it." Diana replied as the three of the slaves went to stand in the presence of their masters.

"Sit back down. It has been a long evening." Gordon said. "I got another problem. Do any of you know how make coffee?"

"There is no room service until later this morning. Everyone's recuperating from last night. I could use a cup of coffee. I don't know about you three." Paul added.

"I think I can make coffee, Master." Allison replied as she went over to the bar and started preparing a pot of coffee. While she waited for the water to run through the coffee-maker, she observed Paul and Lotta and Gordon and Diana. Regardless that the men treated the three women as nothing more than slaves that night, all five knew that it was only a game. She smiled as she watched Paul give Lotta a kiss on her right boob to make it feel better after she had received a scratch on it during the evening. Diana and Gordon were grinning over something that was said.

"Coffee is ready. The only problem is there is no sugar or cream." Allison remarked.

All five sat out on the patio with a coffee in their hands and watch the sunrise. The men added a shot of brandy to their coffee and asked if the women wanted any. All of them refused except Allison.

"Strange. The only other person that I know that drinks brandy is a fellow I met this week. His name is Richard. Do you know him, Allison?" Gordon asked.

"I have only seen him with you Master." Allison replied. She thought it best if Richard had not said anything about them being married, she wound not either.

She watched as Lotta finished her drink and leaned over and took Master Paul's limp penis in her mouth.

"Does my little black bird want another fucking?" Paul asked.

"I think there is a conspiracy among the slaves to screw their masters to death." Gordon said with a smile as he watched Lotta sucking on Paul's penis.

"I think I'll go back to my place. If this bitch does not get a good feeding of cock, she pouts." Paul replied as he removed Lotta's lips from around his penis and gave her a couple of swats across her bottom.

"Master, can I go to my quarters if you do not need me?" Allison asked. She was tired and in need of a bath. This seemed as good as time to ask if she could leave.

"Yes. First let me call a guard. It's still not safe for a slave to be wandering around." Gordon replied as he went to the phone to call security.

"I'll see her safely home. Nobody will mess around with me." Paul offered.

Instead of him guiding her to her own quarters, he took her to her masters. After thanking him for following her home, she quietly opened her master's door and entered. She could tell by the looks of the room that Steven had guests also. Stripping off her dress, she peaked into Steven's room to make sure that he was even at home before going to take a shower and brush her teeth. Her master was in bed and wrapped around him was Carmella, that slave of Master Herman's. Being as quiet as possible so not to wake her master, she shook Carmella to wake her up. If she was going to sleep with Steven, Allison did not want Carmella in bed with her. There was something about Carmella that rubbed her the wrong way. After gently shaking her by the shoulders, she opened her eyes and looked up at Allison.

"Fuck off whore. Find a master of your own." Carmella said in her heavy Spanish accent as she went back to snuggling up to Steven.

Allison controlled herself. She just about slapped the little tramp across the face, but instead reached over and grabbed her by the ear and pulled her out of bed.

Both women knew to keep their voices down so not to awaken Steven. Allison could tell by the foul breath from Carmella that she had more than her share of alcohol from the night before. Allison still had a firm hold on Carmella's ear as she opened the door with her other hand and shoved Carmella out.

Allison continued with her original plan with brushing her teeth and then ran a hot bath as she lay back and let the water relax her.

"Can I join you?" Steven asked as he walked into the bathroom with two drinks in his hand.

"Oh. I'm sorry master." Allison said in a startled voice. She never heard him enter the room as she awkwardly tried to stand in the presence of him.

"Sit back down." Steven motioned as he handed the drinks to Allison and stepped into the warm water. He liked Allison compared to other slaves he had at The Spa. She had spunk and he liked that in a slave. He was awake through the conversation that transpired between Camilla and Allison but decided to keep quiet and see who would come out the victor. Relaxing with a drink, Steven asked her how her evening went. He wanted the whole story with the details, not just a short version. Allison noticed that when they stepped out of the bath, Steven had an erection. She smiled to herself knowing that her story had aroused him.

"Would you like me to relieve you of that Master?" Allison asked as she dried Steven off and stroked his erection. A strange feeling had been happening to her in the last couple of days. Although she was not sexually aroused, she would gladly submit to any form of sex her master requested. As long as it would give him pleasure.

"Later." Steven said with a chuckle and shook his head as he lead them into the bedroom.

The two of them lay on their sides with Allison's arm curled around Steven's muscular chest. She was happy as she heard Steven's light snores. Just before dozing off to sleep, she lowered her arm and cupped Steven's erection in her hand before going to sleep.

CHAPTER 17****

The next day was a quiet day as the whole spa slowly came to life. They canceled the morning enemas unless the mistress or master requested it. Both morning exercise classes were scratched for the day also. Only one restaurant was open and that was not until eleven o'clock.

Steven and Allison both awoke about the same time. Her hand was still wrapped around her masters penis as she relinquished her hold on it to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Steven laid his back and watched as Allison stretched and yawned a couple of times.

"Suck me off." Steven ordered. He wanted to see how obedient she was early in the morning. Other mornings he would allow her to become fully awake before he gave an order.

Allison was taken back for a few seconds. He had never given her a direct order like that first thing in the morning, she composed herself gracefully and took his erect penis into her mouth. She was a slave and her duty was to please her master she thought as she concentrated on making him orgasm.

After they had showered and started to feel human again, food was foremost on their minds. Steven told her not to bother dressing as her clothes were dirty and they would go over to her room for a clean dress and underwear. She did not remind Steven that since earlier in the week, she made sure that there were a clean dress and panties at his place. After he had dressed in cleaned clothes, he clamped her leash to her collar. This shocked her a little as she followed Steven. She had nothing to be ashamed of as she held her head up and followed her master through the complex to her quarters.

Neither of her roommates was there as the two of them entered her quarters. She looked on her pillow when they entered her room and noticed a little blue velvet box laying there. She looked at Steven for what to do.

"Open it."

Upon opening the box, she saw that it contained a big safety pin, the kind used for a baby's diaper. Beside the big safety pin were two smaller ones.

She looked at Steven, totally confused about what the meaning was of the safety pins and the box.

"Get dressed and I'll explain what it means over brunch."

Steven explained that all slaves who participated in the Slave Olympics received a big safety pin. When he took it out of the box, she saw that it was twenty-four carat gold. On the thicker part of the safety pin where the catch is, Steven pointed out an initial with the year behind it. As you know The Spa is open four times a year, but the Olympics are only ran once a session and nobody knows when that will be. Here the initial W stands for winter and the date behind it. Now the smaller safety pins represent whatever competition you were in as he took the two smaller gold safety pins out of the box, one had a small opal in it and the other a ruby. Both had the same W as the bigger safety pin plus the date.

"If I'm not mistaken. There were four or five female slaves competitions. Each event will have a different stone. There are no winners or losers. Each slave receives a little safety pin for each competition that he or she participates in." Steven explained while he opened the big safety pin and hooked the two smaller safety pins to it.

Allison did not know what to say. This came as a total shock to her and she was speechless.

"Here. Let me pin this on your dress for you." Steven said. She just nodded her head, she was afraid to say anything in case she cried. This was the first time that she had won anything in a form of a competition. "It might be a good idea to let Master Peter keep these for you after today." Steven said as he pinned the safety pin onto her dress. "It is sad to say that some slaves have had their small safety pins stolen."

"Why Master?"

"Considering that no slave is in all of the events. Some people will stoop low enough to steal the missing pins they need for a set."

"Can I ask another question Master? Why a safety pin?" Allison asked after Steven nodded his head yes.

"I Think . . . Tell you the truth I don't know. But to me it means, you are save in this little world of Pleasure Incorpoated." Steven said with a grin. "If you're finished. You will be spending the day with me relaxing around the pool."

Allison was glad to spend the day with her master relaxing and serving his needs. Steven was a strange person. This morning he was so demanding and then during brunch he treated her just about like an equal. She did not really care as she followed him out of the restaurant.

 

Richard awoke about nine o'clock feeling a little stiff and soar from the night before except for a slight headache from having too much to drink, he felt pretty good. Maybe he would go down to the gym later for a workout. He did not get around this week to seeing what the gym was like and he was kind of curious. What with Gordon and him playing golf each morning, his days were kept busy plus the woman laying in his bed kept him occupied at night. He smiled and looked at Thalia, as usual she was laying on her stomach with her head turned and was sucking on her thumb. He figured he would let her sleep since she put in a tough night. For her not to wake him up as she had for the last few days, she must be tired.

While the coffee was brewing, he showered and shaved. After drying himself, he grabbed a cup of coffee and went and sat out on the patio. Gordon informed him that today the resort would be slow in coming to life. As there were no morning enemas or exercise classes either. The one restaurant that would be serving brunch would not be in operation until eleven. Both Gordon and he decided that they would cancel their morning golf game and meet with each other and their slaves at eleven-thirty for something to eat. Closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head as he relaxed in the recliner, he got thinking about Allison and how she made out with Gordon and his slave. The erotic thoughts he was thinking and then picturing made him begin to have an erection. Maybe he would go and get Thalia to relieve his erection for him or maybe he would just continue jerking himself off. After a few tantalizing moments he did neither as he stood to get another coffee.

Thalia opened her eyes to find Richard not in bed. She hoped that he was not angry with her for sleeping while he was up. Jumping out of bed, she saw Richard out on the patio. She did not mean to spy on him but as she watched she could see that he had his penis in his hand and was stoking it. As she continued to watch, she could not help but squeezed her small breasts and run a hand down between her legs. Watching Richard playing with his erect penis was turning her on. When Thalia saw that Richard was beginning to stand she ran back into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry for sleeping in Master." Thalia said as she emerged from the bedroom.

"You look like you needed the sleep. Don't worry about it." Richard replied.

Thalia showered and got a cup of coffee and joined her master out on the patio. After having a leisurely coffee with Thalia he informed her that they were meeting Gordon and Diana for brunch.

"First. We better go to your place and get you dressed." Richard said.

"My I ask a favor Master?" Thalia asked.

"What is it? We don't have much time."

"Can you lead me by my leash?" Thalia asked. Ever since she saw her master playing with himself, she'd been exceptionally horny.

"I just might make you go to brunch in the nude." Richard remarked while he was clipping her leash on. Richard did not make her go to the restaurant naked. Although she was hoping he would.

Gordon and Diana were waiting at the table when Richard and Thalia arrived. The two slaves were wearing their trophies from the previous night's Olympics. Both were competitors so both wore the big gold safety pin. The only difference was that Thalia had three of the smaller pins and Diana only had two.

Richard was anxious to find out how his wife fared the night before. He knew how demanding Gordon was when it came to sex. Over a glass of orange juice he broached on how his night went.

Gordon told Richard everything that transpired the night before. Richard especially enjoyed listening about his wife being a slave to a black man and performing oral sex to the other two female slaves. By the time Gordon finished his story, Richard had a raving erection that he tried to conceal. After Gordon was finished he related his evening with Ingrid and Abigail. He could not get over the mental picture of Allison and the sex acts that Gordon said they made the slaves perform. Richard declined an offer to join Gordon and Diana around the pool saying that he was still tired and was going to take a nap. He only had one thing on his mind as Thalia and he left the restaurant and that was for his slave to take care of his throbbing erection.*

Pleasure Incorporated, Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18****

 

By the next day everything was back to normal. Allison had come to terms with herself about the morning enemas. She submitted to the humiliation with as much grace as possible. She hated to admit to herself that the enemas were not as belittling as they were at the beginning, especially when Nurse Carol administered them. Nurse Carol and she only had sex once but since then she was gentler with her when she gave her an enema and when she went to expel the waste Nurse Carol left the room. Allison enjoyed the morning exercise class. She got to know a few of her fellow slaves and it was fun to find out the gossip from the day before. Still her closest companion was Alicia and they would giggle and laugh like two school girls and tell each other what kind of sex they had the night before over breakfast. If Bryan was with them, their conversation would be less graphic about their activities the night before. One morning in particular Allison was more interested about Alicia's sex escapades than usual. She mentioned that Mistress Meka had traded her to that new master, Master Richard.

"I know you got traded." Allison replied.

"How do you know?"

"Master Steven traded me to your mistress."

"Tell me what happened? What belt did she use to spank you with? Did my mistress use brownie or blackie on you or even Mister Cane?" Alicia asked. Mistress Meka's favorite form of punishment was the use of her two leather belts. She had them named. Brownie was a brown leather belt she liked using the most. It stung but not as badly as Blackie. This was a thicker black belt and she would use this only if she was in a kinky mood. Mister Cane was a bamboo cane and mostly used on disobedient male slaves.

"Brownie." She replied. Allison wanted to find out what took place between Alicia and her husband but she did not want to sound to anxious. Allison continued telling about her evening with Mistress Meka.

"Did she allow to have an orgasm?" Alicia asked.

"Yes. One. And that was only after I begged her. You would think that it was costing her money." Allison chuckled.

"You were lucky. I had her deny me an orgasm all night."

"Enough about me. Tell me about this Master Richard?" Allison asked.

She told Allison about the spanking she received from him plus the sex acts he made her perform.

"You mean he did it between your breasts." Allison said as a light groan escaped from somewhere did inside her. She could imagine her husband doing that especially with Alicia's big breasts.

"He has a nice fat cock and when he came. Wow." Alicia said as she watched Allison's hand creep under the table.

Allison could not help it. She was still horny from last night and with the story that Alicia just told her about Richard made her feel naughty. She took a quick look around the restaurant to make sure no one was watching before she slipped her hand into her panties and fingered her throbbing clit.

"You're bringing yourself off. If you want, I could help you back at our place?" Alicia asked as she watched Allison close her eyes.

"No. No. I'm okay. O God. O God." Allison replied as her orgasm hit her as she bit down on her lower lip to stop from crying out.

The second week also saw a change in her master. Each day they did something as a couple instead of just having sex. The one day her master summoned her just as Alicia, Bryan and she had finished breakfast. She was looking forward with helping Bryan on his research. The last couple of days Alicia and she were not too much help to him. When she arrived at his quarters, he asked her if she ever rode a horse. She was afraid to answer him in case he had some kind of kinky sex in mind. After hesitating a few seconds she said yes but it had been a few years since she had ridden one.

"Don't worry. Riding a horse is like riding a bicycle. You never forget. Beside the nags they have here are pretty tame." Richard remarked. "Oh. I forgot to tell you. We're going on a picnic with Mistress Ingrid and Slave Jason."

When they arrived at the stables, Mistress Ingrid was just mounting her horse with the help of Jason. Jason must have worked with horses at some time in his life as he looked at ease around them. Next he gave Master Steven a boost and lastly Allison. All four horses had a bundle attached to them which Allison found out contained parts of their picnic lunch.

Allison could not remember a more fun time than she did that afternoon. Thank God the picnic spot was only about an hour ride away because by that time her bottom was beginning to get soar. As they dismounted, she could hear the sound of gurgling of water. As Jason took care of the horses, she followed Mistress Ingrid and her master along a wooded path which after a couple of minutes walking they emerged into a clearing. She never thought that she had seen anything as beautiful as she gazed upon a crystal blue pond being feed by a small mountain stream. The rest of day was spent with all four of them swimming in the nude and relaxing.

After the initial shock of the cold mountain stream the water was refreshing as all of them were laughing and splashing each other. She and Jason were hesitant about becoming too rambunctious with their mistress and master but after they were splashed and dunked a couple of times, they threw caution to the wind.

The afternoon would not have been complete without sex as Mistress Ingrid and Master Steven made mad passionate love to each other while their slaves watch. After Master Steven rolled off Mistress Ingrid the slaves knew their duty was. What surprised Allison was that Mistress Ingrid opened her legs and ordered her to clean her master discharge from her. Just before she went down on Mistress Allison, she saw Jason on his knees licking and sucking her masters still erected penis. Afterwards the slaves were allowed to have sex but only by Ingrid or Steven telling them what position for them to be in and what sex act they wanted them to perform on each other. Both she and Jason knew that they would receive a hard spanking if they were to have an orgasm without permission. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they told them that they could come. Allison orgasm was intense as Jason took no mercy on her as he hammered his penis into the tight confines of her bottom. She could feel his sperm slowly seeping out of her as she lay spent in the warm afternoon sun.

"I knew that slave would finally learn some manners." Ingrid said to Steven as they watched Jason spread the cheeks of Allison's bottom and lower his face.

Allison really did not care which slave Mistress Ingrid was talking about or what manners until she felt Jason's warm tongue as he started he lick her anus.

Knowing what her obligation was as a slave, she rolled over on her belly and looked at Jason penis as it bobbed up and down in front of her face. Closing her eyes she took as much of his come-covered penis in her mouth as she could until it tickled the back of her throat.

After she cleaned Jason with her tongue, she watched as Steven stood up and walked toward her. What happened next was a surprise to her as he picked her up and walked into the water up to his knees and threw her in. Being daring after she came up coughing, she grabbed Steven's outstretched hand and pulled him into the water with her. Within a few minutes Ingrid and Jason joined them in the water. All four of them were laughing as a water fight started between the slaves and their mistress and master.

Late in the afternoon they started back to The Spa. All four of them were tired but contented as they plotted along with each lost in their own thoughts. That night as her and Master Steven were watching a movie at his place, both of them fell asleep on the couch before the movie ended. Each day they did something different. One day it was a hike up into the mountains with another two couples where they had a picnic lunch. Again they did not return until late in the afternoon.

A person could get used to this lifestyle Allison was thinking. It had been almost two weeks and she could not help notice the change that had came over her. While she was here, she was no longer Ms. Page or even Allison, most of the time she was only called slave.

She even had gotten accustomed to doing her personnel business when one of her roommates was in the washroom, although she shied away from relieving herself when someone was sitting on their toilet. She would wait until they were finished before using hers. She chuckled to herself about what happened the other day. She was sitting on her bed in the nude and was shaving the stubble from around her pubic area when Bryan stuck his head into her room to ask her a question. Lifting her head without a second thought, she answered his question and then continued with what she was doing. As far as humiliation went, she kind of enjoyed it. Such as yesterday, Master Steven lead her naked through the complex by her leash to the little sex shop. Upon entering the shop the clerk asked Steven if he could be of assistance. Allison was standing in the proper style befitting a slave with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her. Steven replied that he was looking for a butt plug for his slave. She blushed and felt that feeling of arousal when the clerk told her to bend over so that he could try a couple of different sizes. Whatever reason Master Steven had on making her wear the device she did not know. The only thing she knew was that it made her feel kinky as she wore it for the rest of the day.

The only low point of the vacation was she wished that she could have spent more time with Bryan and his research. She was not the only one kept busy, Alicia and Bryan's mistresses had kept them occupied the last week also. Only once did the three of them work for a couple of hours one afternoon. Bryan was appreciative of Alicia and her help. While Alicia and Allison were working together, Alicia found a small article from ages ago that mentioned about a pharaoh that the high priests of the Temple of Ra had assassinated. Bryan could only speculate that the king he was looking for had upset the priests for some reason. This was the first solid lead that Bryan had in quiet awhile. After his vacation here, he was flying to Cairo to see if the library there had any more information.

This was her last day here, by tomorrow night she would be back in the hustle and bustle of the real world. The one thing she was looking forward to was being back with her husband. Although the last two weeks had been an adventure that she would not soon forget.

"Ready for breakfast? I could eat a horse." Alicia said as she walked out of her room from having her morning shower.

She and Alicia had breakfast by themselves while Bryan was at the library getting his notes in order. Both women had already said a tearful goodbye to him and wished him all the best.

"I know that giving out names and addresses are not customary, but maybe you can drop me a line once in awhile." Alicia said as she slid a piece of paper with her e-mail address on it across the table to Allison.

Allison felt a closeness to Alicia that she had not felt for a long time for another person.

"Here's my address." Allison said as she tore off the bottom half of Alicia's paper and wrote out her e-mail address.

As she handed the paper to Alicia, she grabbed Allison's hand and squeezed it. As both women looked into each others eyes, they knew that they found a friend in each other.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." Allison said as she choked back a sob.

The rest of the day both women relaxed around the pool and enjoyed each others company.

Allison wondered what tonight would be like as she started to get ready. As Alicia explained that the last night of the vacation the mistresses and masters exchange roles with their slaves. If a slave thought that they could reap revenge on their master, they'd best think again. The mistress or master can call off the role reversal at will. Usually the slave would be happy with being on an equal status for the night. Also the mistress and master to show their appreciation would have gone into town and buy the slave new clothes for the evening.

 

 

To say this was one of the better vacations that he had been on would be putting it mildly he was thinking to himself. Richard was laying on his belly while Thalia was waking him in her special way. Her head was between his buttocks and she was paying homage to his rear passage. After a few minutes he could not control himself any longer as he rolled away from his slave.

"On your knees. Slave." Richard demanded. After a week with Thalia being his slave, he knew what she enjoyed in the way of humiliation.

She also knew what aroused her master as she bent her head and licked his testicles and softly sucked on them before Richard grabbed her harder by her hair and directed his hard erection into her mouth for her to bring him to orgasm. Thalia was a pro as she sucked and licked Richards throbbing erection. Finally he felt himself coming. Richard held her slaves head as he emptied his passion into her mouth.

"After your exercise class, come to the restaurant." Richard said. Today Gordon and he were skipping playing golf and going fishing along with their slaves.

"Can I ask why, Master?"

"No. If I wanted to tell you I would have. Get." Richard said in a joking voice as he went to smack Thalia on her bottom.

"Yes Master." She said with a smile as she dodged his slap and closed the door behind her.

Richard had not been fishing in years. Gordon had arranged a jeep to take them up into the mountains to a lake he knew of. Plus he had a picnic lunch packed for them and four fishing poles.

All four of them enjoyed themselves as they relaxed along the bank of the lake and soaked up the sun as it filtered down through the foliage of the trees. Richard did not expect to catch anything as Thalia and he let their fishing lines dangle in the slow running water. It surprised him that among the four of them they had caught six fish. Instead of eating the picnic lunch they brought, they thought they would cook the fish for lunch. One thing he never cared for was cleaning fish and was hoping that Gordon might volunteer when Diana grabbed the knife and started to clean them.

"You do not grow up with three brothers and a father who were fishermen without learning how to gut a fish." Diana said while she was cleaning them.

"Richard. Do you mind if you do the cooking? You Yanks are better at barbecuing than I am." Gordon asked.

They devoured the fish along with the coleslaw from their picnic lunch as if they had not eaten in a week. No picnic would be complete without beer which Gordon had packed. After eating and drinking two beers apiece, Richard found a soft grassy area which was shaded where Thalia and he curled up together for an afternoon nap. As he was falling off to sleep, he looked around for Diana and Gordon. He noticed them a little further in the wooded area engaged in performing oral sex on each other. The thought did cross his mind to have sex with Thalia but he was tired and too lazy at the time.

After resting all four, who were already naked, went for a swim in the lake before returning to The Spa. Each day was spent doing some kind of activity with Thalia. One day Gordon and he allowed the slaves to accompany them on a round of golf and in the afternoon all four lazed around the pool. Of course there was always some form of sex that Thalia and he engaged in from just the two of them to having Diana and Gordon included in the sex games. He even traded Thalia one night which she was not to happy about. He had noticed the slave with the big breasts that was beside his wife the first day but did not know her name. Asking Peter at the office, he found that her name was Alicia and her Mistress was Meka. He had meet Meka a couple of times in the past week so she was not a total stranger that he asked about swapping slaves for the evening. Meka sadly refused Richard's offer of his slave stating that she made prior plans but she could let him have Alicia for the night. It had been awhile since he had made love to a big breasted woman and he enjoyed her for the evening. When he awoke the next morning, Thalia was laying next to him and was sucking his penis as she made that cooing sound that she did sometimes when she was sucking him.

Two days before the end of his vacation Gordon and he took a trip into town to purchase new clothes for their slaves for what they called slave appreciation night. They had all been provided with their slave's clothing sizes by Pleasure Incorporated for this purpose.

It had been a good two weeks as Richard and Thalia sat out on the patio having a coffee and waiting for Doc Redfield and Nurse Carol to arrive. In a way he was looking forward to the end of the vacation. He missed Allison and was curious to hear how her vacation turned out. He was just finishing his coffee when there was a knock on the door.

"Thalia. You go and answer it. You know who it is."

"Yes Master."

Richard remained out on the patio while Thalia was receiving her enema. He had been tempted the last couple of days to ask Doctor Redfield if Nurse Carol could give him one. By tomorrow he would be away from the urge and maybe back to a normal life.

CHAPTER 19****

"They are beautiful Master." Allison exclaimed as she admired the silk panties and the black nylons she had slipped on. Next she stepped into the tight fitting black dress that had a slit along each side of it. She saw by looking in the mirror that anyone could see where the top of her nylons ended and the beginning of her underwear started. She did not care. She thought her whole attire was beautiful.

"I did not buy you a bra. I think your breasts at firm enough without one." Steven said as he watched Allison get dress.

Allison was speechless as she put on a set of ear rings that were little diamond studs. Even her slave collar blended with the dress. She had gotten so accustomed to her collar that she never paid much attention to it any more unless Master Steven was summoning her. Lastly she stepped into a pair of black shoes with a three-inch heel. She felt strange with wearing an actual dress after two weeks.

"Lift up your dress and bend over. I got something else to add." Steven said.

Turning her head sideways she watched her master hold out the butt plug that he made her wear the other day for her to lick. After she had moistened it, Steven pulled the crotch of her panties aside and gently inserted it.

"Thank you Master. Everything is excellent." Everything was exquisite even to the butt plug which made her feel naughty but oh so nice. Just walking across the room, she could feel her aroused nipples pressing against the course material of the dress.

"Tonight. You are to call me Steven."

"Yes Mast . . . Steven." Allison replied.

The waiter pulled her chair out for her when he showed the two to their table. Allison suppressed a moan of pleasure as she felt the little device press further up her bottom as she sat and spread her legs the best she could considering the dress she was wearing.

"I thought dinning Greek tonight was fitting considering this is where it began." Steven remarked as they sipped on their drinks and waited for Mistress Ingrid and Jason to show.

Allison received a further compliment after Steven excused himself from the table and went to the washroom.

Two men were sitting at the table next to theirs when one of the men said to his buddy. "Whose slave is that? Wow she's gorgeous."

"That's Steven's slave. The guy coming back from the washroom."

"I love to have her next time. God she's hot."

Allison took a second look when Mistress Ingrid and Jason arrived. Both were dressed in the same finery as her and Steven. The meal was beyond description as all four dinned on the excellent cuisine. After the meal and two or three glasses of wine Allison had to use the washroom. She did not know if she should ask Steven if she could go or just excuse herself.

"Ma . . . Steven can I go to the washroom?" Allison asked. She thought she better ask considering she was still a slave unto tomorrow.

"Yes you can."

After a few minutes of light conversation once she returned, she could tell that Ingrid and Jason were ready to leave.

"It has been a pleasant evening. However, Ingrid has been waiting anxiously all evening for me to make love to her. Haven't you?" Jason said as he leaned over and gave Ingrid a hug.

"Yes Jason." Ingrid replied.

After Ingrid and Jason left the restaurant hand in hand, Steven looked at Allison as to say. "Well. You're the boss."

"Let's go." Allison said as Steven pulled her chair out from the table.

Allison had a hard time walking back to Steven's bungalow. Her underwear was clinging to her from her arousal and she could feel the butt plug moving around inside her. She was even daring enough as they walked back to Steven's place for her to reached over and squeeze the erection that she could see that Steven had.

She felt flustered as they entered his quarters. Having no experience at being a dominant, she did not know what to do. She looked at Steven as if she was ready to cry. Steven could see what was happening as Allison stood like a statue so he took control.

"Can I remove your clothes?" Steven asked.

"Yes Steven." Allison replied. She was grateful that Steven was politely taking over.

After he had removed her dress, he took each breast in his hand as if he was handling a fragile piece of glass and sucked on each nipple until Allison moaned and pushed him away.

"Allison, please keep on the nylons. You look so sexy in them."

"Remove my panties." Allison said as she lay on the bed.

After Steven had removed her clammy panties, he held them to his nose to smell the pungent odor of Allison's arousal.

"No Steven leave that in." Allison cried as Steven went to remove her butt plug.

Allison rolled Steven on his back and straddled his prone body and leaned down and kissed him. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his erection and placed it where it was meant to be.

"Fuck me Steven. Fuck me with that big fat cock." Allison moaned in his ear.

"You want to get fucked bitch? I'll fuck you." Steven replied as he wrapped his arms around Allison's back to hold her in place while he drove his pelvis to meet her thrusts.

She was close to coming as she pressed her body against his and continued to kiss him. After two weeks of slavery she knew that a slave was not to have an orgasm before her mistress or master. She did not know if she could hold out that long as she milked Steven's hard erection with her vaginal muscles.

He knew he had lost the race to make her come first but he had an idea as he moved his hand and gently pulled out Allison's butt plug and then shoved it back in.

Allison collapsed on him and listened to the wet sloppy sound that Steven's cock was making in her come drenched vagina. She did not know if she could have stood up if she had to as her lover rolled her over on her back. He started with her lips and kissed his way down her body where again he sucked and gently bit on each of her nipples. When he licked at Allison's exposed vagina, he tried to lap as much of his discharge as he could.

She never had a lover do that before as she had another minnie orgasm before Steven took her head in his hands and kissed her long and hard.

"Steven do you care for a drink?" Allison asked as she ran her tongue over her lips as she got out of bed. She could still taste the essence of their love making as she waited for Steven's reply.

"Make me one of your drinks. A brandy on ice." Steven replied as he reached into the night table drawer and removed a pack of cigarettes.

Returning with two drinks in her hand, Allison sat next to Steven in bed with their backs resting against the head board of the bed.

"I did not know that you smoked." Allison said as she took a sip of her drink while watching the smoke drift toward the open window.

"Occasionally." Steven replied as he took a drag. " Do you care for one?"

"No thank you." She had tried them a few times in college but never acquired a taste for them.

"Steven can you answer a question."

"I might. It all depends on the question."

"What if I wanted to continue being your slave occasionally after tomorrow?" Allison asked as she took another sip of her drink. She had enjoyed the last two weeks and would have liked to continue this master slave relationship.

"Allison, you have been the best slave I have had since coming to this place and I would love to continue our relationship, but I cannot. This might sound strange to you what I'm about to say. I only cheat on my wife once a year, which is when I come here." Steven said.

"I see" Allison replied.

"Rule number one for being a master. Do not get involved emotionally with your slave." Steven said as he put out his cigarette in his empty glass. "But if I ever had the temptation of keeping a slave on the side. You would definitely be the one." Turning his head so that he was looking into her eyes, he kissed her passionately.

"Thank you Steven." Allison said after the kiss.

"What would be your pleasure? Do you want me spanked or sent to the dungeon for the remainder of the evening? Should I phone Peter and have him sent another male or female slave for your pleasure?" Steven asked with a chuckle.

"Oh! Steven no." Allison replied in mock surprise. She knew that if she wanted to, she could be the mistress tonight. " Considering this is our last night together. The only thing I want is to be your slave."

"Get on the floor on your hands and knees, slave." Steven ordered.

"Yes Master." Allison replied as she complied with his order. She knew what Steven was going to do as he got off the bed and hooked her leash to her collar. This what she enjoyed as he walked her out into the living room.

"I think you need to be punished. Have you been a naughty slave?" Steven asked as he sat on the chair. He could not help notice how sexy she looked wearing those black nylons and the three-inch spiked heels.

"Yes Master I have been naughty and I need to be spanked." Allison said in a demure voice. This had become a ritual that she liked. Sometimes Steven would spank her with a belt or a wooden paddle but most of the time he would use the palm of his hand.

"Over my knees."

Allison clinched her buttocks as the first of many whacks landed across her bottom. As tears clouded her eyes, she felt an orgasm begin to stir deep inside her.

Allison cuddled up to Steven after a night of wanton sex. She was happy and contented as they laid on their sides with Steven'.s arms around her. During the early morning hours, Allison felt her master's erection trying to enter her moist vagina. Shifting her body, Steven's cock found her entrance. After a few strokes, his penis was wet enough as he pulled out and to enter his slaves ass. By now Allison was used to objects being inserted in her back passage and had no trouble taking Steven's eight inch cock up her ass. She pushed back as Steven slowly entered his full manhood. With Steven cupping her breast's and him kissing her behind the ears, she let her hand played with her erect clit.Within a short time she felt her body ready to explode.

"Hold, I'm close also Allison." Steven groaned as he felt his ex slaves body ready to come.

Allison learned the hard way from a few good spankings that you do not come until your master or mistress permitted you to. Afterwards she pushed back into the warmth of Steven's body and the two lovers drifted back to sleep.

The next morning the two of them were sharing light conversation and a cup of coffee before they were to go their separate ways, when there was a knock at the door. Allison went over and opened the door with Steven right behind her.

"Good morning. We are checking to see if you need our services." Doctor Redfield said.

It felt like all three of them were staring at Allison when Steven spoke. "It's up to you Allison. You're a free person today."

She took a deep breath and looked at all three of them as she slipped her slave dress off her shoulders and stood in the nude. "It's going to be a long day. Why not." Allison said as she walked into the bathroom.

Richard had purchased Thalia a light-blue sun dress along with a nice set of earrings and a pair of black shoes. Instead of the slaves underwear, she was wearing lace bikini panties with nylons. The only difference with this dress was that he had the seamstress cut two holes in the dress for the nipples of her breasts to protrude through. Richard had also purchased at the local sex shop a set of gold nipple clamps in the style of little crocodiles that he attached to her nipples. A gold chain finished off her wardrobe that hooked the two crocodiles tails together so that the chain dangled between her breasts.

As usual Diana and Gordon joined them for dinner. Gordon was dressed in a casual sports coat that he had purchased in town and Diana was dressed in a smart green dress that complimented her eyes. Diana also was wearing a sexual device but it was not obvious as her fried Thalia. She had a small vibrator inserted in her vagina that just about made her orgasm as she walked.

"Nice jewelry." Gordon complimented Thalia on her nipple clamps as he reached over and gave the chain a light pull that connected the two crocodiles together.

"Thank you Gordon." Thalia groaned as her nipples were pulled taunt.

"And how are you feeling tonight, Diana? Richard asked as he watched her fidgeting in her chair.

"Fine." Diana replied, closing her eyes as she felt a pleasure shock rip through her body from the vibrator inside her.

The meal was exquisite as usual with the men carrying on their own conversation while the woman talked between themselves. After dinner they went over to Bar Aztec for after dinner liqueurs. Richard knew by the odd exchange of eye signals between the women that they had something planned for Gordon and him. After a couple of drinks and a slow dance with each of the women, they said their good nights to each other and retired to their own quarters.

Richard was shocked as he opened his door and found Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol sitting at the bar enjoying a drink.

"What's the meaning of this?" Richard said turning to Thalia.

"I think you need an enema. You have not had one in over a week." Thalia replied as she unhooked her nipple clamps and massaged her breasts to get the circulation back.

Richard looked at Thalia and then at Doctor Redfield and finally at Nurse Carol before he decided what he was going to do. He knew he could refuse and order the doctor and the nurse to leave, but he was not going to. He slipped off his sports jacket and then started unbuttoning his shirt. Thalia helped him with undoing his shoes and removing his pants. Within seconds he stood nude.

"Follow me." Nurse Carol said as she walked into the bathroom.

Richard was thankful that the doc did not join them. He sat at the bar and poured himself anther drink as Richard followed Nurse Carol. He could not help but have a hard erection as he crouched on the rubber mat on all fours. What made it more humiliating was that Thalia was watching from the doorway.

"I think you should slip one of those cock rings on him." Thalia said.

"Yes, we do not want an accident, do we?" Nurse Carol replied as she slipped the ring over the head of his penis.

Both woman stood and watched him humiliate himself as he sat on the toilet and expell the waste.

"We have a few more enemas to administer tonight." Nurse Carol was saying while she was packing up her equipment.

Richard continued to sit on the toilet while Thalia showed the doctor and nurse to the door. Thalia walked back into the washroom in the nude having disrobed after the doctor and nurse had left.

"Richard. I want a piggy-back-ride." Thalia ordered. He got down on his hands and knees and felt Thalia get on his back.

"Getty up horsey." Thalia said as she reached back and gave Richard a swat across his bottom to get him moving. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Thalia rode him around his quarters while periodically slapping him across his rump with a riding crop.

Thalia had just tired of him being her pony when someone knocked on the door.

"Richard please answer the door." Thalia asked. "Don't worry about being naked. That is not something new around here."

Richard opened the door to see Gordon and Diana standing there. He was shocked to see that Gordon was naked except for a pair of Diana's slave panties with a slit for his erection that was standing out. Finishing off Gordon's humiliation was a little leash fastened around his cock that Diana was leading him around with.

"Has Gordon been behaving himself?" Thalia asked as she ran her hand along his erection.

"We had a little problem. Didn't we Gordon?" Diana replied. "Gordon pull down your panties and show Thalia how naughty you were."

"My, he must have been a bad boy." Thalia said while she ran her hand over his bottom.

Richard thought his bottom stung from the slaps he received from Thalia, but Gordon had received a right proper spanking. He was no expert, but he would guess that Gordon received a spanking with a leather strap.

"We are going to be lenient with you two, considering that you have been fair masters to us when we were slaves." Thalia said.

"However, we want to see you jerk each other off." Diana added.

Richard thought for a second about refusing. If the woman would have ordered the men to do anything more than this, he would have refused.

"Who will be first?" Thalia asked.

"I will." Richard said as he positioned himself on one side of Gordon on his knees.

"Here. You'll need this." Thalia said as she handed Richard a tube of lubricant.

He did not pay any attention as Thalia and Diana reclined on the couch and watched. His only concern was to masturbate Gordon to orgasm as quickly as possible. It felt strange masturbating another man but at the same time it felt natural as he heard Gordon's breathing quickened and knew he was close to ejaculating.

Gordon reversed with Richard. Richard closed his eyes as he felt the oily hands of his friend gently take his penis in them. What he thought was going to be a disgusting feeling was turning out to be quite erotic, especially when Gordon ran his oily hand up and down between the cheeks of his ass. Richard was ready to come as Gordon expertly drew him closer to his orgasm. He cried with his orgasm when Gordon stuck his baby finger in his ass. Both men collapsed onto the carpet at their former slaves feet. For some reason that Richard could not figure out, Gordon looked at him and he at Gordon. Then they started a chuckle that turned into giggles and then to outright laughter. The women looked at them as if they were crazy. They did not know what they were laughing about but Thalia and Diana were soon laughing along with them. After a few minutes all four got themselves under control and wiped the tears from their eyes.

"You guys want a drink?" Diana yelled to the men while they were washing their hands.

"Make mine a brandy on ice."

"I think I'll have the same." Gordon replied.

All of them had a drink together and reminisced on the last two weeks. Richard and Gordon had exchange addresses earlier in the day. When Richard mentioned that he might see if Thalia wanted to exchange addresses also, Gordon's advice to him was that it would not be a good idea. His explanation was that Thalia was a season veteran of The Spa and the chances were that she would refuse.

"You're not made at me? Are you Richard?" Thalia asked after they said their goodbys to Diana and Gordon and watched them walk hand and hand back to their bungalow.

"No. Why should I be?"

"You know."

"I found it stimulating."

"I should be punished for what I made you do, Master." Thalia said in her little girl's voice.

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she found herself sprawled across Richard's lap.

"Yes. You have been a naughty girl." Richard said as he brought his hand down hard across her bottom.

CHAPTER 20****

Allison just came back from chasing after Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol to retrieve the panties that Steven had bought for her when her collar buzzed. After she had her morning enema and dressed in a clean slave dress and underwear she had asked Steven if she could keep her outfit from the night before as a souvenir. That was when she discovered that her used panties were missing and only one person could have taken them. Sure enough when she confronted Doctor Redfield with the allegation, he apologized to her and returned them.

Allison asked Steven what she should do about responding to the call considering he was her master and had obviously not been the one to buzz her collar.

"Type in your name backslash office and see what happens." Steven said.

For a few seconds the screen went blank and than a message appeared.

ALLISON MEET ME AND RICHARD IN MY OFFICE . . . THANK YOU

Turning to Steven they looked into each other eyes and shared a last kiss together.

"It has been good, Allison."

"Yes it has. Master." Allison replied as she picked up her clothes from the night before and walked out the door. She knew if she would have lingered any longer, she would have stated to cry. Even now she had to swallow a few times to stop the tears from coming.

Both men were sitting but promptly stood when Allison walked into the room. Allison looked at her husband and thought that he never looked more handsome than he did right at that moment. Richard was thinking the same thing about Allison. He could tell that she had lost some weight and the way she looked, he could not describe the feelings he was having.

Meeting Allison as she walked partway into the room, they embraced each other and shared a long passionate kiss.

"You okay?" Richard asked as the tears his wife was holding started to flow.

"Yes . . . I'm so glad to see you." Allison finally replied after blowing her nose on a tissue that Peter handed her and wiping her eyes.

"I understand Allison that your line of employment involves exercise and spa equipment?" Peter asked while all three were sitting drinking a coffee that a permanent slave had delivered.

"Yes. I'm in that line of business. Why do you ask?"

"The management has been wanting to upgrade some of our equipment here at The Spa plus at some of our weekend retreats. They have asked me to oversee this project. This is a list of equipment we will require plus the location of where you will deliver each piece. Our representative, David will handle the purchase of the merchandise. I understand you have met him. Your husband has been kind enough to offer his services in handling the actual payment." Peter explained as he gave Allison the order.

Allison had been in this business long enough to know by just looking at the list of equipment Peter wanted that it would cost over two hundred thousand dollars.

"Yes. I'll look after this for you." She replied.

"Here is your clothing. If you follow Slave Fonta she'll show you where you can get changed."

"No need for that." Allison replied as she stood unabashed and removed her slave dress and underwear. After she finished dressing in her regular clothes, she put her jewelry on.

"We need the collar, Allison." Peter asked in a polite voice.

She had grown so accustomed to wearing her slave collar that it had become just about part of her. After she had taken it off, she ran her fingers over the material before returning it to Peter.

Peter thanked them and diplomatically shooed them out of his office as another couple were waiting to enter.

"We got an hour to kill. Are you hungry?" Richard asked.

"Starving."

"Let's have breakfast."

"Sounds splendid to me, but first I have to go back to my room. I'll meet you at the restaurant." Allison said as she gave Richard a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to pack up her used cosmetics for Diana. Both Alicia and she had found a couple of small boxes that would do the job. As she entered her room, it seemed bare. She looked in each of the other bedrooms and noticed that her roommates had already been back and gone. Alicia had her little box of used cosmetics sitting on the foot of her bed. Allison took only a matter of minutes before she went to join Richard for breakfast.

Allison meant to go pee when she was at her quarters but had forgotten until she had already left. Without even thinking, she entered the slaves washroom. As she was about to sit, the thought crossed her mind that she was no longer a slave. She did receive a strange look from a male slave that used the toilet that was two toilets down from her. She just about burst out laughing when they commented to each other about the weather.

Walking into the restaurant, she spotted Richard talking to another man.

"Allison I like you to meet a friend of mine."

"Gordon, this my wife Allison."

She watched as Gordon looked at her and then back at Richard.

"Richard . . . I never knew that she was your wife. I. .I. . please forgive me if I offended you or your wife, I'm deeply sorry." Gordon stammered. He had been embarrassed before but never to this extent. He wished he would have known that this beautiful woman was Richard's wife.

Allison and Richard looked at each other and started laughing. Gordon looked comical like a fish out of water. If he could have crawled under a rock, he would have.

"No offence taken. Please sit and have breakfast with us?" Richard asked. The three of them talked about their stay at The Spa. Before they departed, Gordon had invited them to visit him in England. Allison was a little shocked but also excited when Richard accepted Gordon's invitation. Nothing was said about sex but Gordon mentioned his wife was a submissive and the four of them could enjoy each others company.

 

 

Allison and Richard spent the remainder of the weekend in bed having sex except for taking time out for eating and sleeping. Each told the other of their experiences at The Spa which fueled their love making all the more. By Monday morning each knew of the others sexual escapades and had contented smiles on their faces as they went to work.

It did not take long for them to get emerged back into their occupations. Both had plenty of work to catch up on. Allison did get complimented by her boss Mister O'Connor when she handed over the list of equipment Peter wanted.

"Ms. Page you're the only person I know that can go away on a two-week vacation and come back with a contract for two hundred and sixty three-thousand dollars. Congratulations."

He was even more shocked when three days later she produced the cheque for the merchandise after she gave Richard an itemized list of the cost of each piece of equipment plus the shipping and handling.

Richard in turn gave the list to David and then handled the transfer of the money without any complications.

A week later David set up a meeting with Richard at a quiet out-of-the-way bar and asked him if would consider handling more transfers of money for Pleasure Incorporated for which he would be handsomely compensated. Richard knew without words being said that handling money for Pleasure Incorporated, there had to be no paper trail leading back to them. It might be a little illegal but he knew how to do it.

Personal problems were cropping up for both Allison and Richard. Neither one could get The Spa off their minds. At times Allison would look down and find that her dress had ridden up on her and she was sitting with her legs spread. Another time she absent-mindedly walked into the men's washroom. At home when Richard was away or at work she would try to relive her experiences from The Spa. She would masturbate with her vibrator and try to spank herself which, of course, was not overly fulfilling.

About three weeks after they were home, she had to go to a three-day seminar out of town.

On her return she opened the door expecting Richard to be watching television or working in the den. Instead there was a note by the love seat where a person could take of their shoes.

"Slave. Get dressed and meet me in the spare bedroom." It was signed 'Your Master'.

Allison's heart skipped a beat as she looked at a pair of panties that were similar to the ones at The Spa plus a similar dress. It only took her seconds to strip and timidly knock on the bedroom door.

"Enter." Richard said in a commanding voice.

Allison could see that in the three days that she was away that Richard had transformed the spare bedroom into a sex den. She saw, on a low-lying table, an assortment of paddles and leather straps for spanking. On another table were handcuffs and other restraints plus vibrators of different colors and sizes. Laying on the bed was a collar for slaves to wear.

"You have been busy?" Allison declared. She was wondering where he had purchased all this equipment.

"Yes I have been. I drove four hours to the state line to purchase these toys." Richard replied as he sipped his drink.

"Look in the bathroom." Richard asked.

Sitting beside the toilet was all the equipment to apply an enema to a person plus an adult- sized potty chair. Also, in the bathroom were two stacks of slave underwear.

"Starting today if I want you to be my slave for the night I'll set a pair of these underwear out for you in the morning to wear all day. If you want me to be your master for the evening, let me know that you are wearing slave panties." Richard said.

"What about these other stack of underwear. They're a little too big for me." Allison said.

"Sometimes I might get tired of being a master." Richard replied.

"Richard I love you."

"Down on your knees slave. You need to be disciplined." Richard said as he picked out a leather strap along with the slave collar.

 

THE END

Or a knew beginning